You see a scar
I see a little girl
about 5 years old
on monkey bars
Who lost her grip and
slipped right through
her mama’s arms
And the make-up still
won't make it go away.

You see dyed hair,
I see an eleven year old
dark haired girl in that salty air
Trying to keep her poise,
those teenage boys
were everywhere,
And dad sure had fun
scaring them away.

In my reflection,
Hidden underneath
the imperfections.
Are the stories of my life
and all its lessons.
I can see what you can't see
in my reflection.

You see these lines,
I see a car load full of my
best friends on Friday nights,
Staying out too late
and laughing ‘til we cried,
I wouldn't trade a single
wrinkle for those days.

In my reflection
Hidden underneath the imperfections
Are the stories of my life
and all its lessons,
I can see what you can’t see
in my reflection.

You see alone,
I see a woman who got
tired of waiting by the phone,
Who made a choice
and is doing just fine on her own,
But you can’t look
and tell it was a blessing
Yes I can see what you can’t see
in my reflection