Mirror, mirror on the wall
Here I stand about to fall
Who is the girl that I now see?
A heart longing just to be free
She keeps on listening to the cries
That never stop telling her lies
And as the tears flow down her cheeks
It's something more that she seeks
Than the approval of humanity
Who is simply full of vanity
What an overwhelming feeling it must be
To be compared to all that you see
In a world that is so cold
This is getting somewhat old
I'm ready to be free
Dear Father, please save me
2 comments:
your heart is bursting forth with longing...i love you courtney. You are wonderful.
Landon
You write very well.
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