Its good to be home, not moving at all, dreaming of the life that has passed me by.
Its good to be home, doing nothing at all, dreaming of a life that I'd like to come by.


Its good to slow down, once in a while.
Capture the moments that would never come by.

Stand a while, by my side.
See through me eyes my joys and my hopes.
Feel the wet tears going down my face,
Do nothing to wipe them, just hold me a while.

I've seen a lot, heard more than I can,
The heat of the hatred and the cold of envy.
I've felt them all, all alone standing here,
Come here right with me and wipe them away.

Take me away, away from all,
In a place where time will not run away.
Take me home, where I can be,
Be everything I wanted and wish to be.

Sounds from within...

She stares into the familiar eyes, recognizing none.
The same face, same lips, same hair, yet she acknowledges none.
There she stands looking through the mirror into an image created by another,
Another, as mundane as a grain of sand, but not by The Sculptor.

Please let the mirror talk back, please let it show you how beautiful you are.
Untainted by others' opinions, untouched by criticism.
Let us not let anyone else decide who we are,
Let us not let ourselves get lost.

We are who we are, will be who we wish to be.
Let us not let a stranger, let alone a man,
Make us see someone else in the glass,
Let us decide, for once and for all, to define our own reflection.

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