Mirror

You look in the mirror and despise what you see
I ask of you now, "please come with me"
I'll take you on a walk and show you what I see
The face you try to hide, why hide one so angelic?
Those scars you try to cover up, why when they are proof you survived?
Those broken parts of your heart you've deemed unworthy, why hide when you can allow healing?
The body you feel isn't good enough, would God ever make a mistake?
You feel trapped, you feel nothing at all
I ask of you now, "please come with me and be free"

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