I had a reflection looking at my Mirrow
Like a wizard wave a wand,
I moved my hand
Like an Index finger signifies a winner
Whose hopes was a Mustard seed travling in a desert
wind.
I wonder if i used To be shy
With a strange hand on my Head
Whose words hurt like Lead
I remember i was 5 or 7 maybe 9
When my self consciousness unconsciously grew
And weakness to resistance flew off tune
I wonder where my Image is
I wonder where its all gone now
I looked behind the plank, each time i stare in the
Dusty rusted rimmed mirrow
All i ask is how?
With my Hebrew emotions, i looked over Rivers of
Babylon
Singing with a dysfunctional thirst for a lost Zion
I lost my reflection
I Lost the kid i used to be.
Or did it give way for the new me?
EVen Time i entertained as a guest dont want me as
a Host
Even deeds i claim, of my Personalty they wont Boast
