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
