The Mirror

Dedicated with love to Mama Alto, who’s grace, social conscious and amazing voice inspired this piece.

A voice comes from the darkness
A ghostly thread of light
It sparks the air around us
Like the stars light up the night
Her voice weaves all around us
As she holds us in her sway
She says my hands they hold a Mirror
Who’ll look on it this day

And the Mirror pulses once or twice
As shapes take form from Shadow and Light
They dance around us with a mind of their own
No longer spectres they are flesh and bone

We are all surrounded
By bigotry and greed
So much hungry grasping
For things we just don’t need
And those who are in power
And could use if for such good
Turn away from compassion
And say we also should

And the Mirror pulses once or twice
As shapes take form from Shadow and Light
They dance around us with a mind of their own
No longer Spectres they are flesh and bone

Her voice weaves through this bleakness
Of poison, waste and lies
A hand ignites a beacon
Of hope into these skies
Those who see it rise in numbers
Defiant voices scream
We refuse to be tools of hatred
When love lives in our dreams

And the Mirror pulses once or twice
As shapes take form from Shadow and Light
They dance around us with a mind of their own
No longer spectres they are flesh and bone

And the Mirror pulses once or twice
As shapes take form from Shadow and Light
They dance around us with a mind of their own
No longer spectres we are flesh and bone

We are flesh and bone

Listen to the song

© AM Hunter 2018