House of Broken Mirrors
We live in this house of broken mirrors
Shattered into pieces of glitter that shine
When the sun rises, it is most beautiful
And it all seems wonderful and fine
But when the sun sets and darkness comes
They are nothing more than invisible knives
Stabbing into our feet as we walk
Embedding themselves into our lives
Most of these mirrors are not ours
and most of them we did not break
Passed down heirlooms of pain and trauma
Leaving a sea of victims in their wake
Our ancestors were not strong enough
This was a battle they did not even fight
They’ve left it to us to take up swords
And slay the demons that live in their night
We must come face to face with those beasts
We cannot pass this burden on any longer
We must continue to fight, no matter how hard
So those that come after us are that much stronger
We will use the torches of the past that we carry
That burn us more than any fire ever could
To set this house of broken mirrors up in flames
And build our own house where this one once stood
