I wake up and look in the mirror
See You in me so strong
Remember the promise You made
That You will perfect me
Cracks are in this mirror
Inside a glimpse of a dead man in chains
The cracks trail like an army of ants
Like a snake around the glass
Will You let this choke me?
Will You take these cracks and repair them?
Will You leave me forever warring against myself?
Friday, September 18, 2009
Mirror
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