Right the Wrong

Light beams seen through the looking glass
Spectrums of experience, particles of dust
Your to late to recover the dirt of the past
You can face it
Or choose to hide and evade it
Strength shall be your only blessing
Alone you must find an answer
To encompass every question
Belief will be your savior

Can't remember the exact reason I wrote this, but from reading it - must have been at a time when I was burnt by someone.