If you had, just one chance to look through the looking glass, To see the truth for one brief instant, Would you take it? Would you use it, to look at the past, or to look at the future? Would you look at your self, or look at the ones you love? Would you share it with another, or would you keep it a secret? What if you were The looking glass? What if every one was just like you? What if their lies were your lies, their loves your loves? What then? Would you lay aside ignorance and prejudice? Would you stand up and fight for what you believe in? Would you pick it up, or would you put it down? The looking glass.