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Each morning as I get up out of bed,
All kinds of thoughts goes through my head.
In my heart I search for peace of mind,
Just one certain answer I hope to find!
Another day with all things that are new,
Just one certain answer in which is true.
Before an answer can be given to me;
A question must first be asked you see.
Who is that?will I find out today?
What is that?lest he should go astray:
The mirror does not tell me in words to hear,
But cast an image in which I fear.
A man standing there just looking at me;
As if a closer look he would like to see.
The look in his eyes at a steadfast glare;
As if with him I had something to share.
I see him once a day yet we do not speak,
Maybe today I will tell him for what I seek.
As I make my way to the place I dread;
Trying to start the conversation in my head.
As I step up to the mirror we stand face to face;
How he makes me feel so out of place.
For He copies every little thing I do,
So today I blurted out-just who the hell are you?
we spoke the same thing at the same time you see;
And Once again he just copied me!
The answer to this question I may never know,
Yet my walk in life; to you; the answer He does show!
All kinds of thoughts goes through my head.
In my heart I search for peace of mind,
Just one certain answer I hope to find!
Another day with all things that are new,
Just one certain answer in which is true.
Before an answer can be given to me;
A question must first be asked you see.
Who is that?will I find out today?
What is that?lest he should go astray:
The mirror does not tell me in words to hear,
But cast an image in which I fear.
A man standing there just looking at me;
As if a closer look he would like to see.
The look in his eyes at a steadfast glare;
As if with him I had something to share.
I see him once a day yet we do not speak,
Maybe today I will tell him for what I seek.
As I make my way to the place I dread;
Trying to start the conversation in my head.
As I step up to the mirror we stand face to face;
How he makes me feel so out of place.
For He copies every little thing I do,
So today I blurted out-just who the hell are you?
we spoke the same thing at the same time you see;
And Once again he just copied me!
The answer to this question I may never know,
Yet my walk in life; to you; the answer He does show!