You look like me, and I, like you,

Same eyes, though in yours, a different view.

 

Where you have fire, my rivers run slow,

But in me, strength you'll never know.

 

Lines etch stories in my smile,

My hands, they've held the world awhile.

 

Your heart a bud, mine bloomed and grown.

My soul; happy, finally known.

 

You know the night in its wild bloom,

I know the dawn, cradle the moon.

 

I walk on coals, I walk through dew,

Changed, yet the same. I am you.