I have many eyes, for which to see,
Peering into your soul, there is nothing for me
You are my reflection, and into which I spy,
My eyes, flat and empty, since when I wonder why
I was human once, I know that's true,
Then why don't I see myself when I look at you?
Were you curious?
Are you looking for something?
Do you feel lost?
I am here for you.
I will protect you.
I'll do anything for you.
You'll do the same for me,
won't you, my child?