Staring in the mirror, I see some of you. Dazing off into the blues, of your absence.

Give me the strength, there is no hope of one day seeing and feeling your face. My father who watches over me, protects me and who’s traits I’ve inherited; I can only imagine and wonder.

Staring in the mirror, I see some of you. Dazing off into the blues, of your absence.

Gathering my thoughts, I know you’re with me every step of the way, there’s no higher guidance I can ask for, if only I could be granted one wish: to see your face, touch you physically and hold on to you tight, I’d be complete and never let go.

Staring in the mirror, I see some of you. Dazing off into the blues, of your absence. Knowing you’re within me keeps me grounded, but these anchors of emotions keep reoccurring.

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