Image Part 2

Those up in the sky that I love We will meet in the 2-way mirror Our images will touch one another’s soul For 7 split seconds If you are ready or not I will grasp your soul and hold on tight I will feel the pain that you felt before God Took you out of my life As we look through this mirror Feel and taste the salty tears roll down our cheeks I will pray for the pain that is deep within This mirror Then I will tell you It sucks to be me Our 7 seconds is up So I will break this mirror and feel another source of pain Our souls will touch for 7 split seconds 7 is the only lucky number to enter my Lord’s Heaven