The Girl in the Mirror

I look in the mirror There I see the prettiest girl in the world For all her curves and edges She sure is a sight for sore eyes She knows her beauty is a weapon The sharpest she could ever wield Certainly mightier than the pen Sharpened only by her brains She is a force Defeat a distant acquaintance Nothing that stands in her way Ever lives to see another day Brick by brick This girl built herself up With help from passers-by Who didn't know it was an empire they helped build The girl in the mirror Is content In a shoebox in the street Or in her mansion up on Wilbery Street Cause she got that inner peace Rosè on the roof Designer handbags year-round The newest wheels in her driveway Is the only way she rolls Prayer sewn to her side Jesus tattooed on her heart The Holy Spirit her only confidant Her faith her foundation The girl in the mirror Thinks of her faults Like brush strokes of an artist Perfect in their imperfection She is a masterpiece No need of change Rich in health and in wealth Gorgeous on the inside and the outside The girl in the mirror Is the best part of me I feel lucky to know her Maybe one day I'll get to be her