Oh she’s the little mirror image of whoever she chooses to see...
Realistically she is whoever her friends want her to be...
But let me ask you, this little girl...
What happens when that mirror smashes...and pieces go flying, falling all over the ground like giant shimmering raindrops...
Impaling the tough mask you've made in order to be exactly who they say you should be...
Little child of God... what then will you see?...
Maybe you'll see the reason God made you...
Maybe you'll see that He wants you to be absolutely free...
but you just keep on screaming "OH God all I want is someone to love me."
Can’t you hear Him saying "I made you lovely... why can't you just love Me..."
OH woman of God... Don’t you know who you are called to be...
Why can't you see the beauty I see...