You walk the line
A thread so fine
Between what's real and lies
A brother's voice
A stranger's choice
In shadows cast by mirrored glass
A name that I don't know
Two faces play a silent game,
Where truth and fiction flow
The silver tongue that spins the world
A web so finely spun, But in the heart
A hidden part
Where daylight never comes
You walk the line
A thread so fine
Between what's real and lies
A brother's voice
A stranger's choice
A speech that shakes the city walls
A smile that lights the crowd
But deep within
A silent twin
Who screams but isn't loud
The flags they wave
The crowds they cheer
But somewhere in the haze
A different soul
A hidden role
Who wears the other's face
And when the night is darkest
When all the lights are dim
A fleeting glimpse
A subtle hint
Of who you might have been