In a small whispering voice,
I hear her cries.With a soft gentle touch,
I feel her cold skin.With tear stained eyes,
I see her cry.With a shattered heart,
I understand her pain.In hope of comfort,
I reach towards her.As I reach out for her,
She brakes the mirror.As I realized I am the girl,
The Girl in the mirror.The Girl in the mirror,
Is my future: alone and still broken