In the morning, I get a glimpse of myself on the mirror,
To see the sweet smiles and those ever sparkling eyes of hope,
In an attempt, I swing myself around in the pacing of clock on the wall,
And open my arms wide with my head tilted like a slope.

I don't mind what would be coming up,
When the mirror in the corner gets unto my sight,
All I know, my reflcction is shimmering with delight,
As I see myself in it filled with spirit and love.

Mirror mirror on the wall,
I may not be the prettiest of all,
My reflection whispers it doesn't matter anymore,
As long as I must keep a stance that is happy and cool.

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