A specter in the mirror, 
A wistful looking girl, 
Trickling rain down a window pane
On a bright sunny day.

The riddle, my reflection,
Begs why only mirror the sorrow?
Trickling rain down a window pane,
On a flowery spring day.

Turning away from the mirror,
I look back at a mournful face, 
Trickling rain down a window pane
I brush her tears away.

I watch you through my rain,
Slipping away from me,
Trickling rain down a window pane 

My eyes are the windows to my soul.