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I stare into their wandering eyes, My history there in black and white lies. Can I go back before this time? Back when my life was numb and divine. No mouth to speak, my heart is mute, This mirror shows what I have learned, This reflection of the bridges I have burned. My sickness cut their spirits' root. My youth propped up, upon a stage, But freedom lay outside the cage. The colors surged and blood ran hot, Can I pay the price to be free of his thought? Oh lights, oh lights, they blind, they burn, This hopes' shining vision, Just a faithless derision, And my new found freedom still waits its turn. The mirror shows all this to be true, A life in the darkness ever fearful of you. But the mirror cracked as my reflection ignites, And even without words my electric heart can take flight.
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Aug 24, 2014
Aug 24, 2014 at 3:23 AM UTC
Reflexion
I stare into their wandering eyes, My history there in black and white lies. Can I go back before this time? Back when my life was numb and divine. No mouth to speak, my heart is mute, This mirror shows what I have learned, This reflection of the bridges I have burned. My sickness cut their spirits' root. My youth propped up, upon a stage, But freedom lay outside the cage. The colors surged and blood ran hot, Can I pay the price to be free of his thought? Oh lights, oh lights, they blind, they burn, This hopes' shining vision, Just a faithless derision, And my new found freedom still waits its turn. The mirror shows all this to be true, A life in the darkness ever fearful of you. But the mirror cracked as my reflection ignites, And even without words my electric heart can take flight.
this is old but I needed something to post
richard-k
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Aug 24, 2014
Aug 24, 2014 at 3:23 AM UTC
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