As I reflect back on what I’ve used and abused,
And detect that I need some clues to get through.
To those that accused me of never being true,
I’ll lose if I play into this game, and never know the
rules.
So how do I bring out the me nobody sees?
The forest for the trees, how about the woman behind the
weave?
The light from within this life is the only real remedy.
Or find the reflection you see to be so damn unpretty.