A young girl walks into a room
And doesn't like what she sees
In her reflection there
She's not what she wants to be
She cries out, she cries out
The frustrations of this life
Are filling her head
How could such a simple thing
Have a grip so intense
She cries out, she cries out
I want to be like the other girls
beautiful ,charming ,cute ,lovely...
This addiction is bringing her down
This obsession is bringing her down
She wants to fly away from this...away from her looks,away from all this
But ........in her cries she fails to hear the voice of God her Creator.....
"You r beautiful, you r beautiful
Perfect in my sight......."
And doesn't like what she sees
In her reflection there
She's not what she wants to be
She cries out, she cries out
The frustrations of this life
Are filling her head
How could such a simple thing
Have a grip so intense
She cries out, she cries out
I want to be like the other girls
beautiful ,charming ,cute ,lovely...
This addiction is bringing her down
This obsession is bringing her down
She wants to fly away from this...away from her looks,away from all this
But ........in her cries she fails to hear the voice of God her Creator.....
"You r beautiful, you r beautiful
Perfect in my sight......."
The last line was superb...
ReplyDeleteyes manytimes, we fail to realise the real thing and intended to have negative opinions about ourself.