…reflecting…
Imported from SF2 with no description.
Rude in the mirror, that only frowns
Voices heard, are all past clowns
Why, never answered, the place, never known
I climb mountains strangers left, made from bone
Percentage of people I knew, at the bottom, now lay still
The memories loudly play, in my broken mind
Looking back, leaves me, in a deathly chill
I can only be, brokenly kind
Hold the door please, even if I fall
Moving forward, I promise I won’t stall