Face In the Mirror
Face in the mirror, looking back at me.
what does a man have, if he isn't free?
There was a woman, who collected souls.
Then leave men burning, on loves red hot coals.
As these stories go, the heart is broken.
And found in sad eyes, sorrow soft-spoken.
The colored sunset, explains creation.
Leaving the feeling, of great elation.
Behind the late sky, people seek their dreams.
Till one day they find, Life's more than it seems.
If we meet perchance, at lifes finish line,
we'll toast glory days, with water made from wine!
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