Mirror mirror on the wall, who is the fairest
My heart is ticking with ache
Following tracks long beaten and done
Of what used to be and now is.....a memory
Time, you were a friend ticking into reality
Never failing to carry dreams in to the future
Never failing to carry scars of long fought battles
The dreams I shared are a blurry childish song
Making no sense to the thoughts I had
Silence you are a friend of destitution
Your folks don't pay a cent for accommodation
Yet you build man to perfection
Heroes and soldiers are perfected
The good and the evil bask in your fort
Some for glory and some for shame
Tell me of a place where I can go to mend my heart
Tell me of a place where I can rise again
Where I can learn to fly with the birds
To be the bringer of good words
Spreading love and hope to the unfortunate
And teach the hopeless to tolerate
We are instruments working against time
In a web of lies and promises that never work If only we had learned to forgive and trust
This song would have been heard in brothels
When repentance is knocking down doors
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