Now we look like in a mirror, in a riddle
Then we are going to see face to face
Ultimate knowledge, not of this world
We just see one side of the truth

What is the burden the man in the mirror bears?
Why a tear in his eye?
If we could know what we could really be
Wouldn't we break down and cry?

The wise man bends reality
To know the secred
What would it look like on the other side
If we could reach out, what would we see
Honestly, what is really to be?