When I look into the mirror,
I see my past; My future,
But most of all,
I see my dedication.
Everyone's life is one of a kind,
But mines been plastered,
I can't see through my mirror anymore.
It first happened when I was young,
I didn't know anything: I thought it was right,
It wasn't right and I know that now.
You can't change your past,
Although I wish I could,
To just go back in time and bring her back.
I can't see through my mirror,
I don't want to see it.
I'm afraid of what I will see,
But most of all, I'm afraid of what I can't see.
My mother taught me to believe in others and yourself,
Hold onto what you hold dear. And to never give up on life.
She broke one when I turned 8; she died and I felt as if I did.
She told me to hold on: Why didn't she?
Her mirror was imperfect; It wasn't completed.
Now I have to complete it for her,
I have to be what she believed in.
The Storm Of Life hit me down,
But I was strong; strong enough to fight it off,
But if I wasn't?
I'd just come back up; No matter what the pain,
I need to remember my Mother; I will finish her mirror.
If it's the last thing I do,
Her mirror and mine will be unplastered.
That's what my mother believed in; Second Chances.