Looking in the rearview mirror
I descend the ladder of regrets
To start all over again put ice the pain
Agony shine it mahogany
I varnish the trials that’s tribute
To gallery of my tribulations.
Shame was bolted on the walls
I was subjected to gossip back then would drop the calls.
Tears welled up down the cheeks in my Hermitage
At a teen age was keen with rage
Mean to the bone was better off alone.

In the rearview mirror
Seems like a far subject to touch
But is still tangible in the back of my mind
With the corner of the eye, I peep on my past like it deserves some
benefit of the doubt.
But I have to dust myself
Get on the railroad hope the spikes are intact
Starting with the man in the mirror.