Look in the mirror,
What do you see?
What lies before you?
Or what they wanted you to be?
Scars of the past,
Have not yet faded away,
Retraced by trembling fingers,
The memories are still here to stay.
Sealed in a box,
Locked deep beneath the surface,
The whispers of a prayer,
To finally find a purpose.
Tell me how to breathe,
Once the air is poisoned,
Tell me how to dream,
When everything is dashed and broken.
With bloodied nails that stain the walls,
They grasp for the slightest hope,
Ten thousand leagues into darkness,
How is one to cope?...
