Let me hold this mirror up to you
For the God-willing chance you might finally see through
The beasts who play tricks on your almond eyes
Quashing your beauty with their beastly lies

Darling girl, won’t you please look into the glass
Even though I know it’s a Herculean task
Because the faces you see, they’re not your own
And the sins they reflect, they’re not yours to atone

What would be if you broke their stare?
Who would you see if their faces weren’t there?

Perhaps you’re afraid of what’ll remain
When there’s no-one left inside that frame
But an empty outline of a hollow face
Whose empty features you cannot trace

But keep looking dear girl, please don’t look away
If you want that face to be yours someday.