Jadzea33~Mirror, mirror on the wall...

Ok I'll give a try, just remember you asked for it.

Mirror, mirror on the wall,

who's the fairest of them all?

Is it not me,

can you not see?

All that I hide within,

where do I begin?

There is my music that is so dear,

what in my singing do you hear?

Maybe my soul the notes do make glow,

can you hear me I wish to know?

Sing I do of gifts Christ gave me,

what He did made me see.

Such as to this life I do belong,

I had been oh so wrong.

A birth of a little girl and in her hand,

my past mistakes became so much sand.

Christ did too gift,

a little boy who made my heart lift.

Both they did gave me an open heart,

hope I do we never grow apart.

This is an adaptation I just made from one of my old poems that I did during my really dark writings. An english major would shred this but I think it's as close of a snapshot of me as anyone's going to get at this point (which is still more than I usually give).

Jadzea33~2/1/09 17:57~Mirror, mirror on the wall...