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The Mirror Door

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

Addicts

The world treats us like we are all the same

Like addicts looking for someone to blame

We are trying to get a quick fix in vain

Searching for something profane

A tool to kill and ease the pain

Just something to keep us from going insane

But what if we stopped this senseless game

Of using a rush as a crutch and a cane

Which only offers temporary gain

What if we chose another lane?

What if we approached the Lion’s mane

The One who controls the wind and the rain

And called upon His wonderful name?

Addicts

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