Prologue:
I know I've been hateful towards different races and religions. And it took losing a good friend I know in real life to open my eyes. When I was looking in the mirror before, I wasn't looking at my own reflection, I was looking at my heart's instead. Upon realizing this, it inspired this poem.

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I look in the mirror once again
Faceless shadows in my image append,
I don't know what to do, but I know what it means
As I watch the deep red shadows mend.

What monster I've become, an ugly me,
The red reflections shape into a tree
What has happened in the past is building up now,
So I ask God to help me set free.

"I will climb this tree, red as fire,
I wil climb this tree, higher and higher
On this tree, maybe I will see why
I am like the way, is it desire?

"For 7 long years I will stay here,
Walking on the branches in fear
What I only ask of you, just one thing;
If one breaks, and I fall, will you hear?"

"My dear son, do you not understand?
You will always have my guiding hand.
Even in the heights of your past
I will be there, with you I'll stand."

I close my eyes, I look away,
The image still haunts me to this day,
Let this be a lesson for you all,
If you give him your hand, he will lead the way.