Through my own Looking Glass
Faced with the face in the mirrorI watched as he sheds his first tear
Worried what will happen
Thinking about where he has been
I know him too well
For I am behind his shell
I am that feeling starting his crying
The one that tries to shake the doubt stopping him from flying
I see his fear and pain
I know the reason for standing in the rain
The is nothing I don't see
Because it is all me
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