Mirror Of Innocence Poem by Lance Mead

Scraping through the dirt,
I found an old rusty key,
It unlocked an ornate mirror,
And a dead reflection of me,

It showed me my troubled past,
And the error of my terrible ways,
It showed me my unlived future,
And the end of all my days,

Remember when you hurt me,
It feels like only yesterday,
Remember how you laughed,
Game over, you’re going to pay

No what am I saying,
This mirror reads untrue,
The future is uncertain,
What am I to do?

So ill deal with my own problems,
And serenade one sweet girl,
To make her life easier,
And be the light in her world,

See I was born to love,
And I don't want to fight,
But don't try and hurt me,
Because then I just might.

So move with me to the music,
And let us love not hate,
Hold with me in this moment,
Let’s not leave it to fate.

Once again I'm back before this mirror,
And now it shows me no wrong,
It gave me my answers,
I know where I belong,

Scraping through the dirt,
Hiding this old rusty key,
Someone else can find this ornate mirror,
Then open their eyes and be free.