Have you ever wondered what that person in the mirror sees?what it feels like, to wait for once or twice a day then finally, you returnto reflect me…
sometimes you conversatesometimes you come to staybut never foreveryou only stop in moments but what’s important is you stopand like a rose screaming for attentionyou stop and recognize me
a reflection of you is all I can strive to be a little lite’s shine between the leaves of life’s treeleaves are lives clinging to branches of wisdomthat fall in autumn and are reborn in springif I die in winter then from june to september Reflect me…
only when you’re near do I really feel & breathe it’s when I’m real it’s when I’m hereit’s then that I can see
while your eyes are on memy eyes where watching god watching me reflect…