The Mirror

As I look out the window of darkness, 

I see a mysterious sight,

Of love and beauty standing alone in the moonlight. 

The mist in the room has blinded by now. 

And the heat has drawn out my tears of sweat. 

As I go to the door of horror, I see that the frame is chipped and burned with envy and murder. 

Running now from this sight, 

I come upon a dark, but enchanting mirror. 

This mirror shows a better world,

of happiness flowing through a river of joy. 

And all the hearts of humanity are neither filled with hatred nor evil. 

As adoring as this world seems, I gaze into it wishing I was there.