Mirror tell me of pages you’ve passed,
Books you’ve closed,
Wounds you’ve clothed,
Hearts you broke,
Confusion you are soaked in
Looking for ways to weave out,
Beauty at it finest.
Mirror tell me of what you see.
Tell me of the fear of the unknown that is not yet revealed,
Depth of the sea,
How much longer can I bare where these wounds bleed,
Mirror tell me of this misery.