The Choice

I cross the empty dressing room

And look into the mirror

And in it, I can see a face

Slowly becoming clearer.


This face is not my own at all,

And neither is its voice,

Nor is the figure that reaches out

And offers me a choice:


Forget all of his silver words

(A thing I can't ignore),

Or take his hand and live with him

In shadow evermore.


And still inside, a great debate!

Oh, where should I begin?

My heart is for another, yet

I know the Angel will win


For even though you cause me fear,

I still love you, my Angel dear.