I Hate the Man In the Mirror

I Hate the Man in the Mirror I hate the man in the mirror, Because of the reflections I see brings more pain, I see things more clearly The picture I painted for what is call "my life," What is your definition for "sacrifice?" For Christ his sacrifice his life out of the action of love, I I’m guilty of the crime but I'll let god be the one to judge, Through the years all of blood, sweat, and tears, The friends lost in the wind, I even witness a family I once call my owe slowly disappear, The fears of being alone inside this world so cold, I can't close eye at night because it’s hard to vision home... Is this a gift or a curse? To see this world like I Nostradamus, I promise no prophecy, Look through these eyes and all you'll see is a soul search for peace, In this life of mines and hard times, Asking the lord to show me a sign because if I die will I wake by your side, Am I'm blind or am I'm just another child lost inside the dark, And if I'm lost why no one could hear my cries...