And it’s a long dark hall, it’s a mirror It’s a window, it’s a lake And if you ever wanna tell me anything in whispers If it’s what you need then I will always look away
In your hall of shadows, where whispers roam free,
You see a mirror, a window, a vast, silent sea.
But I see not this place where secrets find sway,
For in truth, you are wrong, my truths I’ll convey.
A hall that’s so dark, it swallows the light,
Cannot be a haven for hearts taking flight.
A mirror reflects, but what if it lies?
Showing not what’s within, just the mask you disguise.
Windows may open, yet also can close,
Shutting out voices, and fast the wind blows.
And lakes, though they’re calm, hold depths unseen,
Where words can get lost, where truth’s never clean.
Instead, let us find a meadow of light,
Where words flow like rivers, in day and the night.
No mirrors to trick us, no windows to bar,
Just open sky above, a wrong, and a star.
Here, in this brightness, let whispers be heard,
Spake first not in shadow, but with every word.
For here in the light, we should speak with our mind:
You are wrong, you are wrong. And I leave you behind.