As I glance into the looking glass,
Of what was meant to be,
I relive the moments of my past,
Through the eyes of reality.
At first I look away, wanting not to ever know,
Of the vast forsaken entity approaching from below.

But then I turn to look, hoping I might see,
The root of my despair, through the eyes of reality.

I see a raging storm, with darkened clouds of grey,
As a bloody rain paints crimson red
The sins of yesterday.
When the clouds start to break, I see a pair of eyes,
That help me to remember,
As I start to realize:

In the ashes of our lives,
In the shadows of our hope,
We give the greatest sacrifice,
Just to turn and cut the rope.

Now I take a final stand,
And maybe you will see,
That I've given you my hand,
Through the eyes of reality.

 
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