Whether thine heart is an empty box
Filled only when times are of sorrow
Whether thine soul is chained down
Bare and underappreciated
Whether thine life is corrupt with
Strangers, and worries, you hide.

You show a different side
Of a barrier made of brick
On one side is a garden of serenity
Cherry blossoms floating on a pond reflecting the sun
The other side, Behold!
A barren wasteland of dark despair
Harboring broken souls and smeared dreams

A Power awakens beyond your control
On the side of the wall whispering lies
Soon your wall is made of glass
A shadow is present looking through your disguise
When suddenly the glass shatters
And on the other side, you see yourself…