“Whose face is that looking back at me ?”
Can it be real “ who is it I see?”
There’s lines on her forehead and she has no smile
It feels like she has been through many a trial
Her eyes look tired and no longer shine
The crows feet marks are deep and define
Her brown hair is flecked with silver and grey
Perhaps she saw a glimpse of a ghost come her way
Her skin is pale with soft red veins
She looks quite aged with no goals to gain
Maybe she’ll fade away as daylight dies,
Love lies frozen deep inside her eyes.
“Whose face is that looking back at me ?”
Can it be real “ who is it I see?”
There’s lines on her forehead and she has no smile
It feels like she has been through many a trial
There’s a very strange resemblance of someone I knew
Could this be a relative that's trying to get through ?
The expression on her face is quite hard to explain
She hides behind a mask so you don’t see her pain
Oh my! Yes I see her now that woman in the mirror
Things are becoming clear when she gets a little nearer
She’s looking right at me ,she’s been there all the time
All my mothers features are now suddenly in mine
“Whose face is that looking back at me ?”
Can it be real “ who is it I see?”
There’s lines on her forehead and she has no smile
It feels like she has been through many a trial
It hits me like a train rolling off the tracks
I realize that my youth is never coming back
Time has taken over and my body’s not the same
My mind is stuck in the past but I’ve only myself to blame
So it’s time to get back to working on myself
I’m not ready to go back upon the shelf
So today’s the day that I will start to run and win
I’m going to turn another page and let a new chapter begin
So who's face do I see standing in front of me
Its the image of hope and what could be
Have I grown so old, Has my story been told
I hope there is more yet to unfold
Are these lines on my face just a taste
Of my future life about to embrace
Of what once appeared
And the Mother I feared