Mirror
 

Sometimes when I look in the mirror,
I think somebody made an error.
How could anyone like this what I see,
I just can’t imagine what they see in me.

But then you come into the light.
Then you come to tell me I’m not right.
Refilling my hope with your friendship,
Removing my tears with your fingertip.

Sometimes when I look in the mirror,
I think somebody made an error.
Looking in my hart, trying to find out.
Always ending without result, making me scream out loud.

But then you come into the light.
Then you come to tell me I’m not right.
Refilling my hope with your friendship,
Removing my tears with your fingertip.

Sometimes when I look in the mirror,
I think somebody made an error.
But then you appear in my reflection,
Pulling me up, giving my hope a resurrection.

But then you come into the light.
Then you come to tell me I’m not right.
Refilling my hope with your friendship,
Removing my tears with your fingertip.

_{13-11-’02 Chris}

wel mooi geschreven, alleen de rijm vind ik niet mooi