Mirror of tears.
Welcoming home in a cloud full of torrents
passing the hours wondering where all the time went
browsing through pictures that make a career
of a man who looks back through the mirror of tears
Friends now all gone, enemies now forgiven
familys lost in the thoughts of the living
names now forgotten along with the fears
standing alone in the mirror of tears
Times in my youth with the sun at it's highest
I did what I did and I just couldn't care less
running through fire and all of the gears
no thoughts for tomorrow or mirror of tears
Reflection is simply just lights contribution
images made in an old revolution
that time still remembers but nobody hears
fading like dust in the mirror of tears.
poem by Charles M. Moore
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