I am nothing but a mirror

Whatever you see reflected here

Don't blame me if you fear

The contents of your heart so dear.

XXX

I am nothing but a glass

Through which your inner light can pass

Like a withering blade of grass

Too fragile to ever last.

XXX

I am nothing but a shell

Of another known so well

If you'll listen, echoes tell

Of how into sleep he fell.

XXX

I am nothing but a wave

A piece of sea, who cannot save

My memory, nor leave a grave

To mark this empty life I gave.

XXX

I am nothing, but if I could

Ask to be anything, I would

Ask only one thing, something good:

I ask only to be understood.