The glass remains the same
Behind a face that constantly changes.

He start small, then grow tall
And in a flash, he be changed
Is the mirror particularly amazed?
But the glass only reflects what it sees

For the child that looks deeply into
Becomes a man by the time
the dust is cleaned off the surface

And glass does not crack at the sight of tears
Or an angry set of eyes that stare at it
For the boy only sees himself
And forgets the mirror is there.

Because as the child grows,
the glass remains the same.