Mercenary - Sister Jane

I had my hopes
I had my pride
you have your sight
I have no eyes
my mind is tangled
my throat is strangled

as a blind man to man
so sad you'll never see
as the silent man I am
pity yourself and let me be
if you could be my sister Jane
maybe once but never twice
read a book or feel the rain
feel the rain falling down on my skin

my only thoughts
confused and crazed
mirror please