Mirror with a soul

"Who am I?

Am I an artist,

Or am I a scientist? Am I a daughter,

Or am I lover

When I leave this world feeling stone cold

Am I nothing but a mirror with a soul?

Every time, I see the world,

I want to love strong I want to love bold, But I fear they may see me as someone without a goal,

as I am nothing but a mirror with a soul.

When I am happy I see them happy,

When I am free, I see the wings proud and flappy

Can they see what makes me burn to my soul?

as I am nothing but a mirror with a soul. So am I an artist or am I a daughter?

Or maybe a scientist that's also a lover,

I see myself through their eyes in every role,

aren't we all just a mirror with a soul?