HEAL

8 -- LIGHT VS DARK

"MIRROR"  Li'l Wayne, Ft. Bruno Mrs.

With everything happening today, 

You don't know whether you're coming or going, 

You think that you're on your way, 

Life lined up on the mirror, don't blow it.

Look at me when I'm talking to you, 

You looking at me, but I'm looking through you, 

I see the blood in your eyes, I see the love in disguise, 

I see the pain hidden in your pride, 

I see you're not satisfied, 

And I don't see nobody else, I see myself.

I'm looking at the

Mirror on the wall, Here we are again, 

Through my rise and fall, you've been my only friend, 

They tell me that they can't understand the man I am, 

So why are we here, talking to each other again.

I see the truth in your lies, I see nobody by your side, 

But I'm with you when you're all alone, 

And you correct me when I'm looking wrong, 

I see the guilt beneath your shame, 

I see your soul through your window pane, 

I see the scars that remain.

Mirror on the wall, here we are again, 

Through my rise and fall, you've been my only friend, 

They tell me that they can't understand the man I am, 

So why are we talking to each other again.

Looking at me now, I can see my past, 

I look just like my fucking dad.

Light it up, that's smoke and mirrors, 

I even look good in a broken mirror.

I see my momma's smile, that's a blessing, 

I see the change, I see the message.

And no message could have been any clearer, 

So I'm starting with the man in the

Mirror on the Wall, MJ taught me that, 

Here we are again, 

Through my rise and fall, 

You've been my only friend, 

They tell me that they can't understand the man I am, 

So why are we talking to each other again.

Mirror

"Larry, c'mere, bro ...... Look, sit still.  C'mon, pay attention, please .... "  Laurent was losing his shit with his brother.  Larry'd been acting up all day.  They'd been for a walk, and he kept clowning, running away from Laurent, making him chase him down, making him lose his seemingly infinite patience that wasn't quite so infinite anymore.  They'd played some hoops at the ball court, Larry throwing a tantrum when Laurent wouldn't let him win.  Laurent had treated him to his favourite take out for lunch, and it still wasn't right, he was still complaining.  And now, he had to master tying his shoe laces before dinner.  Every day, Larry thought he was being so clever, opting for slip ons, hence, no laces to tie.  And both Laurent and Marcus were adamant that he would get it down.  Today.