The Window Glass
Looking at the window glass
the reflection began to appear
Ever slowly I could see
the looking girl was me
Behind me in a long long line
others began to show
Each one awaiting for their turn
to see what they could see
I took my time and really looked
and saw a second me
Now this one's who I really am
not who I used to be
The first one's light was fading fast
gone before the looking glass
I grabbed the girl and pulled her through
she's who I want to be
There's love and peace etched in her face
The old one's gone she's been replaced
to look no more into the glass
I've found my life it's here at last
Copyright © Elinore Carney | Year Posted 2005
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