Mirror, Mirror.

The sun stands out,
Even where clouds party,
The day will be brighter,
With the dizzy moon to go,
Holding on may not be worthy,
Thou let go the tight grip,
We may not have it all together,
But we will have it together,
Everything may not spark shine,
While everything hands us life,
Its our willingness to take the pride,
Or let it drain with our sore eyes,
How fast you run or how long you delay,
Wherever you go, you will confront the mirror.