I knew of one who was once locked up tightly,
The room to move was only ever so slightly.
Mind in turmoil, and bleeding heart in despair,
The pain to endure, another would not deem fair.
The rules were followed, the line was walked straight,
Yet those were left wanting as words closed other gates.
Contempt for self, no knowledge of true life,
The battle raged on, each new day beginning with strife.
And I looked into the mirror.

I knew of one who was brought into freedom,
To hear the words, you might even want to read them.
A new story to begin, a new story to pen,
The pages to be filled over and over again.
Serenity to mind and eyes see the colour so bright,
Truth has broken chains, oh, with the greatest of might.
Celebrate with wine, make merry with cheer,
Let it be loud, let each and everyone hear.
And I looked into the mirror.