“Man to Mirror”
Mirror on the wall
Though I stall,
Thou shall not lie to the man in the mirror,
begging for the picture to get clearer,
Tired of the loss and heartache,
The gentle whispered winds drying his eyes to sleep
All alone in the dark,
No friend, no pal,
The scared little boy,
The one who believes
That the world like the phoenix will rise from the ashes.
“Mirror to Man”
It’s time to rise.