It's hard to write a song when you've got one in your mind
That's hiding the words on the paper with an ink that's blind.
Hold the world up to the mirror, reflect upon the wrong,
Remind yourself the right is left where you found it all along;
Shut down the lights and the ink grows cold again.
Sparkles in the moonlight discovering its meaning,
Shorter and smaller finding itself amidst the glass,
Frozen in time by a love held up at half mast.
But in this time it's hard to write a song
When all you've got is a mind hiding strong.
The words of your life and fate's melodic last stands
Hoping not to die in the fire but be saved by ice hands.
This came from me and a friend going back and forth. This is my half.