Hearts are low and pride is very high
Sometimes the people do not even try
The freedom truth can bring
Is for everyone to sing
Mirror, mirror, mirror on the wall
Can you see yourself in me at all?
And no matter how you try
And ask the reason why
I am the song, I am the song
I was truth but the people got me wrong
I was love but they were blind
To the magic on my mind
I am the song.
Byron writes the future could be free
Vincent is the truth that used to be
Denver writes of now
Won't you find the time somehow
------ to listen.
Copyright Allan Bantick November 1977