Reflection can be a struggle for us all
I saw a woman standing there Her clothes tattered and torn I saw a woman standing there Her face looked so forlorn A women full of worry lines Grey streaks throughout her hair A tear was rolling down her cheek But she was unaware Life had been hard, bitterly cruel Her dreams taken away And yet she’d fought with all her might To face another day I’d watched the woman standing there, now for quite a while And as I watched her, she watched me And we both began to smile For as I looked into her deep, lost eyes I soon began to see The woman I was staring at, in the mirror, it was me!
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