Above the water looking out to sea,
only my reflection staring back at me.

Who am I looking at, what do i see?
Have I become what I'm suppose to be?

When I look am I proud of what I've become?
Or just the path of life to which I've succumb?

Is there a part of my life that was a lie?
But if given the chance to change it would i try?

Was there someone i didn't give props that were due?
Looking out across the waters beautiful hues

Am I what I want my daughter to be?
Again i look harder, what do i really see?

Broken, raw, torn heart,
Its sad to say but its only the start.

Never a quitter up the ladder i climb
to reach that sweet fruit that has been tarted like a lime.

Once again back down the ladder I fall
just to again starting over slowly with a crawl.

I stare harder for one last look,
Like reading my face just like a book.

A hopeless romantic longing for true love.
Honest and true ever pure as a dove.

Even thought it's hard to trust, strength is what i see
brought to me knees I will NEVER BE!!!