The Mirror DoorWe are not who we are meant to be

Tattered clothes hang on me

And your ripped garments are plain to see

About as royal as a serving boy and girl can be
Offset by rich tapestry

But until we pay our fee

Chains remain on you and me

Who is the one that holds the key?

I see you and you see me

But that’s not how it is supposed to be

Our reflection is not reality

We serve a master cruel and mean

Our fate remaining to be seen

A curtain torn and ripped apart

Could cure the lowly sinners heart

An awful crash pierces the sky

Our new Master comes from on high

Shattered glass lies on the floor

Of the mirror door that was there before

No longer is anyone keeping score

Because of the curtain that tore

We are free forever more

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