I am the girl living in the mirror,
Shattered, broken, made of tearstained glass.
Shattered with no edges sheerer,
Bloodied pride with a wounded past.
I am the girl living in the mirror,
A reflection staring back at me.
Who is this person seen so clearly?
Who am I, why can't I see?
I am a broken doll, a toy.
Where has my life gone?
Where is this joy of living?
I pray, God, You'll heal me once again.
Am I so fearful, am I so angry
That I jump at every sound?
God, You are here and
I need You to protect me,
This shattered heart.
A soul so full of hope awaits You.
A tormented mind must You break through.
All this because I need You.