You wonder how a soul flies.... alone and cold. You wonder, how your life seems to fry. You try and look, and tell yourself that you are fine and good, yet the flaws hide your truth. You learn to survive, and pick away the scabs that seem to keep you alive, just to learn, that through it all... you live ..... and you see..... and in the end it means your no more. Born into a world that does not care, born into a place that eats your soul bare. You fight.... for what keeps your soul alight. I look through the looking glass.... and I can't help but see.... that through my eyes.... the world isn't so bright..... but perhaps in time... I can learn to see it in a different light.