The Mirror Distorted

There is a ripple in the water with every drop that falls
Distorted is this image from which I can't recall
I start to listen clearly even though he cannot speak
This man is slowly falling and looking very weak
A drowning man is calling, so I'm giving out my hand
But living through this torture seems not to be his plan
I give a calling screaming, for now he starts to weep
While hearing in the distance a voice that cannot speak
These tears that keep on falling make it so I can't see
Each ripple that is forming is a wall that I'm to be
This man just keeps on fading, why won't he take me by the hand
Why I give my caring I have yet to understand
Now as this sky stops crying, his face I start to see
A man that's done his dying has no wanting to be free
I look into this water, a reflection of a man
A mirror of his father so now I start to stand
The only face I stare at is one that is well known
For even though it's lifeless it is one that is my own