REFLECTIONS
(Cliff Richard-Craddock)

Last night I had a dream, through a swirling fog
I walked alone on the edge of a stream
I heard somebody grown, and I stopped, I looked into a pool
And saw the reflection of a fool
I saw the reflection of a fool

Dragging him by his throat, with the collar and links of a chain
On his shoulder’s a coat, on his feet, shoes of pain
The coat of strife, the chain was grief
I saw the reflection and I cried
I saw the reflection and I cried

Tears for myself, a fool, a man shamed by independence
Gripped by despair, so cruel
My life was a lot of nonsense, my eyes were closed, but in my mind
I saw the reflection, so unkind
I saw the reflection, so unkind

Sick of life, scared of death
My days is just one long field to the teeth
Feeling my emptiness, I cry, God set me free
I look once more, I don’t know how
But I saw the reflection changing now
I saw the reflection changing now

A man was in my place, a man with holes in His hands and side
A man I could not face, the man I had crucified
On Him was my coat, my chains and my shoe
And between reflections I must choose
Between reflections I must choose
Between reflections I must choose
Between reflections I must choose