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On The Other Side Of The Mirror
Little boy on a rooftop
Watching the streets below
I wish I could tell him everything
But nothing is all he can know
As my heart is restless
And my soul is crying
The little boy sits there
And I feel I'm just lying
The boy taught me everything
But he doesn't even know
I feel like breaking down and crying
But instead I go with the flow
How do I tell him anything
That he saved my life
I just keep my mouth shut
But he helped me through so much strife
I look up to him on the rooftop
From just across the street
I call out his name as loud as I could
But I was slowly getting weak
The boy looked down to me
And gave a simple wave
I stared and simply smiled
Because lies were all I gave
I charged for the stairs
And to him I ran
"I'm sorry" I said
I held the tears as best as I can
"Thank you" I finished
And looked up at the sky
Why would I be sorry?
But then I realized why
He ran up and hugged me
I smiled and did the same
But then I woke up
Only to see
The principal calling names
And the next one is me
He shook my hand
And handed me paper
Tears pouring down my face
I can't believe I'm really leaving this place
All my memories of junior high
Are slowly disappearing
And a whole new life is slowly nearing
8th grade was a roller coaster ride
But I never wanted it to end
Now I'm graduating
And the last thing I want to do is pretend
No more secrets
No more lies
They've got to know
How much they've changed lives
The little boy on the rooftop
Was only a dream
But it had value
It had mean
For he is a savior
And I can't disagree
He saved me from a deep depression
Now he must see
How much such a little boy
Can help me see things
On the other side of the mirror
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