• Looking into the shattered mirror , my hands began bleeding from the broken image I see.

    The images are broken, molevolent shadows on the wall, and I can't keep seeing them for the fear I may fall.

    I think they drive me crazy, the images they seem, can make someone as easy going as me, fall into a horrid dream

    No, not a dream, but not yet a nightmare, the turning back of time on the clocks mounted to the wall, can make you feel like life is just flying by.

    But you can't fly, you can only soar, across the sky, way up high
    Shoot for the stars, but don't stumble upon the nightmares that haunt these times, the nightmares that we are forced to call life.

    Money is low, families are falling apart, but that can only make someone grow a bigger heart. Whatever happened to when family was everything?

    Do you remember the times, when you were just a kid, and you had no worries, a carefree soul? What would you give to go back to those days, when these issues weren't yours to worry about at all?

    I don't recall how many times iv'e asked you these questions, but what you don't know is that you can't awnser them at all, for time cannot be restored, and you'll have to continue living in the raging war.

    Was there ever a time, when you thought it was over, but it was just the beggining? Was there ever a time where your hopes and dream were ripped away from you, beyond your control?
    Questioning the truth , but living in the conspiracies, its all lies, there is no truth.

    So life is a nightmare and your forced to live it, but what you get out of it, is greater then what you can put in it.