Verse 1:
I'm not the grim reaper with a scythe to bear,
No hooded figure, just the raw, cold air.
You paint me monster, from shadows cast,
But face the mirror, see the truth at last.

Chorus:
I'm the truth in your reflection, not a specter of fear,
A reality waiting, crystal clear.
In every ending, a beginning so bold,
In the mirror of life, watch the truth unfold.

Verse 2:
Strip away the myths, the dark cloaks you weave,
I am the certainty, that everyone will leave.
No scythe, no hood, just the end of the game,
Look in the mirror, we end the same.

Bridge:
Don't turn away, embrace the face you see,
In your reflection lies what will be.
A small piece of truth, from the tales untold,
In the chill of the night, in the truths so bold.

Chorus:
I'm the truth in your reflection, not a specter of fear,
A reality waiting, crystal clear.
In every ending, a beginning so bold,
In the mirror of life, watch the truth unfold.

Outro:
So when you seek me, know I'm not dressed in fear,
I'm the final chapter, always near.
No grim facade, just the stark reality,
In your reflection, find me, truly free.

A Small Piece Of Truth

Wayne Mathison is a Canadian composer. TV interludes, YouTube background music, and albums. I use Mixcraft Pro, easy yet robust DAW.