"An Honest Mirror (Philautia)" lyrics

I was born into the mercy of my mother's arms
Embraced and laced in her love, safe from harm
There's a tear in the fabric and it's starting to show
The day she left was the day the thread was pulled
I wasn't ready

Even after being loved so well
I still don't know how to love myself
Through these shattered lines
I'm trying to find an honest mirror
I want to believe that her image of me
Could be real

Be it luck or fate I met my soulmate
When I was seventeen, I barely knew anything
But I knew her face
What a cliche to say but I was alone
A quarter-century later I'm more in love
Than I've ever been

Even after being loved so well
I still don't know how to love myself
Through these shattered lines
I'm trying to find an honest mirror
I want to believe that her image of me
Could be real

I see the shape of God in our daughters' eyes
Unconditional love for a father that often fails but tries
To get it right

Even after being loved so well
I still don't know how to love myself
Even after being loved so well
I still don't know how to love myself
Through these shattered lines
I'm determined to find an honest mirror
I want to believe that their image of me
Could be real
Through these shattered lines
I'm determined to find an honest mirror
I want to believe that their image of me
Could be real