Mirror Mirror
Looking in the mirror, the mirror in your mind,
Wanting to see a reflection, yet afraid of what you might find,
Looking backwards doesn’t help, look forward but you can’t tell,
Perhaps a glimpse of Heaven or the burning fires of Hell.
Life is like a journey, a trek on down the road,
The pleasure and the pain vary, depending upon the load,
You wonder whether you cause it, or if it just happens that way,
Whether it really makes a difference, if you do or do not pray.
It would be nice to take a corner in the back part of your mind,
Build a room without any lights, for those things you don’t want to find,
The bad stuff in your life that you never wanted to be,
So there’ll be no more remorse, or sorrow, again, to see.
