My own thoughts

In mirrors, silence, in the halls, a breeze,
Every whisper inside turns to signs with ease.
You're building bridges or you're walls of ice,

Remember, nothing can ever hurt you more
Than your own thoughts when they start to roar.
But know that nothing can heal you more profound
Than your own thoughts when wisdom is found.

In mazes of grudges, the answer was lost,
But inside of you, a light pays the cost.
You are your own hangman, your prophet, your guide,
Choose this path now, with the lesson inside.

A quiet guitar hum, the pulse starts to fade,
The bitter sorrow dissolves in the shade.
You’re the master of worlds that you draw in the night,
Just reach out your hand and step into the light.

Remember, nothing can ever hurt you more
Than your own thoughts when they start to roar.
But know that nothing can heal you more profound
Than your own thoughts when wisdom is found.