The Mirror

Oh! How it must have looked back then How you looked oh so small As you gazed into your future In that mirror on the wall Family is as family does And God knows that we need 'em But that image in the glass ahead Is the doorway to your freedom Like old worn boots, you walked that path With a voice like liquid gravel The easy way, was not your way You chose the road less travelled It's hard at times to stare into A face that's done you wrong But that Silver Tongued Devil, sometimes Sold your Soul out, for a song The image misted over 'Til there was no you, no more The dust, it lay down heavy On that Mirror, on the wall Though at times you felt forsaken In your vision of tomorrow Your faith remained, unbroken You proved stronger than your sorrow The Shadows, in the darkness Lead you closer to the fall Your distance from the Mirror made your Heroes, seem so tall We watched you from a distance As you seen your image clear And small we stood, yet plentiful We held your vision dear At last we see your happiness A Soul without a blemish No more a time of emptiness Content, in your own image Your life, a Golden Spiral Equal in its distortion An Infinite Holy Wonder In its own Divine Proportion