She wakes up and looks in the mirror, 

the first step of her daily routine.

She stares at the person who's lurking there,

a peace seeking fiend.

Last night, there'd been a war,

between the good and the evil within.

Her arms had been caught in the crossfire,

her arms had been caught in the sin.

The voices that thundered within her,

told her that war is the only reality.

She wanted to believe the deceiver,

because war was all she could see.

She tries to paint over the hatred,

but the scars still emerge and expose her.

"Why are you looking for peace, my dear?

You created this war, this war you caused.

It'd be wrong to run away, you created your own fear.

Give yourself a round of applause."

That was the voice of darkness,

the voice she couldn't control.

That voice to her made sense,

that voice called her a fool.

The voice of light came seldom,

or it wouldn't come at all.

The voice of light brought freedom, 

when it did decide to call.

Her days were spent on searching,

for the cure to this maddening war.

She found her peace in the lighting

up of the darkness of her soul's open sore.