'Smoke & Mirrors'

Your eyes tell the story of your past
As if to see the memories you keep
I see in you the echos ever last
The ripples of your history repeat
Its hard to travel onward up a mountain
When you feel as if your knees are getting weak
And a shoulder isnt there for you to cry on
And an ear is never present when you speak
If an angel isnt there to be a guardian
When a demon is around to bring you harm
Then your faith is nothing more then an illusion
That'll try to pick you up with broken arms

Written by Tamihana Te Whetu(Krytikal)

Nice cadence. And neither syrupy or morose, which makes a pleasant change

Thanks man! Appreciated.