The Man in the Mirror
So many, an endless night.
I sat alone wondering wrong from right,
Often I have chosen wrong out of spite.
Rejoice for a goddess has made me see the light.
No longer will I fight,
Using words with such a harsh bite.
I sat alone wondering wrong from right,
Often I have chosen wrong out of spite.
Rejoice for a goddess has made me see the light.
No longer will I fight,
Using words with such a harsh bite.
I will seek an understanding.
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