The Man in the Mirror

In jail they talk of ‘The Man In The Mirror’

And every day I see it clearer

That the man I see looking back at me

Is everything I want to be

My beard long, my body strong

And even though it took so long

I don’t think I could do much more

To shape this hardship I endure

Into a sword of pure of will

Ready to die, ready to thrill

I see this time as a trial

The hardest road, the longest mile

And every day a little longer

On the inside makes me stronger

As I exercise my mind all night

And teach old memories not to bite

And yes I’ve made some big mistakes

Looking at my sins my heart still breaks

But if I look, what it means to be

I know I’m where I need to be

I’m OK with the man in the mirror

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