I look in the mirror.
My reflection I expect to see.
But what I see is not my reflection.
What I see is truth!
An image blurred with pain. The sorrows of the world. The troubles we face.
Told as a story by the mirror.
Yet, told in detail.
By the expressions we carry.
Horrible images of human massacre. Haunting reflections of poverty.
The ugly necklace of corruption
A crazy world indeed!
Children are scarred for life.
Adults are left with no place of solace. But behind the mirror.
Behind the untold stories.
Lies a whole new world of possibilities. Getting there seems impossible;
So all we do is dream
And hope our dreams come true.