Making a mirror out of sand,
Is not so difficult,
Making a mirror who's broken,
Is harder than you think,
I am the broken mirror,
In the middle of the night,
The beauty little pieces of the glass,
Are lost in my past,
And when someone looks in the evil big pieces,
He will cry and say: "I loathe it",
And he will die, without and answer,
Lost in my past again,
You don't need answers,
For my life,
They were in the little beauty pieces,
But they turned to sand again,
One little piece is still glass,
You can find him in one boy,
He is beautiful, like the rising sun,
Like the silence of the ocean, and the smell of roses,
The evil big pieces are still alive,
And are going to kill everyone,
The boy with the last beauty piece,
Will turn the evil pieces into sand,
Again...