When you look in the mirror
What do you see?
Is it a reflection of you?
Or a reflection of me?
A child's heart lies deep within us all.
It calls to us when we're very old,
And especially when we're small.
It's a precious gift sent down from above,
A bird soars toward the heavens
And I dream of being free.
Free to fly on the wind,
Just like the bird,