I have memories of a mirror image

Dressed in clothes matching were we

Brown hair curls in bows with ribbons

Her sweet songs of fairies and love

My hoarse voice spoke little or none

Healthy and strong always on the run

My wheelchair bound body was no fun

She left the world with a lightning bolt

Cruel fate besides her there was no one

And I was in the house left all alone

I looked in the mirror there was she

Talking to me in her sing song voice

Telling me of all the things she enjoyed

I wore the fancy clothes in her wardrobe

My hoarse voice sounded sweet like hers

I started to sing and folks thought it was her

A ghost from yonder stalking the streets

They believed it was her and couldn't be me

Whole town of confused horrified people

I loved their fear and she laughed with me

They took me for her that amused Me.