What’s behind your eyes,
Seized under lock and key?
What secrets do you hold
Within the pools of your soul?
Don’t fear your truth.
It doesn’t define you, as you believe.
Turn to the looking glass,
That’s where I’ll be.
Tell me your stories.
I’m listening.
In them, there’s beauty.
You will see.
It’s all just a memory.
Not the designation of who you’re meant to be.
Behind your eyes,
Lingers truth and vulnerability.
Turn to my looking glass,
I will set you free.
