I stand here broken heart in hand
I stare down at the floor
I see my relfection in a pool
A pool of crimson
Mystified, I reach my hand
Intrigued, I touch it so softly
My reflection
Ripples and contorts
And so it does remind me of how my life has bent
How my life has changed
How waves have changed my course so tragically.

I kneel here broken spirit overhead
I look down upon myself
And see a sight of displeasure
Disappointed, I reach my hand
Disheartened, I lift him up

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