So still I see the mountains sit
the clouds as if it were the sky
this lake of glass reflecting it
brings a peaceful little sigh

the mirror when I look at me
green eyes and long golden hair
but a tortured soul is what I see
wishing I'd see beauty there

and then I look upon your face
I see more of me in you than me
forgotten myself in the rat race
struggling to find a way to be free

At long last I finally look at Him
and there is my reflected need
so I surrender everything on a whim
and now I find my heart is freed