Crying Mirror

You have nothing on your own,
Unacquainted with your pain,
The sun is born and burns again
As you stand here all alone.

Shy? Ashamed? Finnish you I shall!
Fear lead and fear grey,
Fear not your passing day,
For one yesterday dismal.

Old your grief and young your cage,
Only bars you will bequeath;
Cries your soul from underneath:
Hear my sorrow. Feed my rage!

Not accustomed to such void,
Lacking patience, lacking strength,
You perceive at stupid length
What has life quickly destroyed.

Are you just a piece of glass?
You will not look me in the eye,
You just shake your head and cry,
And your tears, yourself, surpass.

Is your cowardice your growth,
Lies your future in your hand
But some words inside you stand
And remind you of the oath.

A decision to be made
straightness, deafness, pain or calm,
Your intention raise no harm,
Temples yearn for bullet blade.

Someone woke up, down the gun,
Let the towel drink your scorn
For the sun, again, was born
And the day has just begun.

Now let no one, but this bath,
Know the detours of your path...