Years after when I turn back a little,
a question pops out of my mind;
Who am I– I ask myself,
It is all what I want to find.
When i see that guy in the glass,
I see an innocent face,
a little shy, never lie,
he is bestowed with god’s grace.
When his fellows mock,
he laughs along;
when his teachers ask,
he tries not to be wrong.
He knows he has a body weak,
But he can fight with a strong soul.
He is no brave, he is no strong,
but he believes he can change it all.
When I see that guy in the glass,
I ask him who he is;
And in that old familiar voice,
he tells me the name,
the one my mother used for me.
He is what I used to be!