Reflection
How could I have been so blind?
This body of mine,
Made of heart and soul and blood and skin
Is not a sin.
How could I have been so blind?
So dumb and deaf and dead inside,
To think I was anything but perfection?
How could I not see my own reflection?
This body of mine,
Made of heart and soul and blood and skin
Is not a sin.
How could I have been so blind?
So dumb and deaf and dead inside,
To think I was anything but perfection?
How could I not see my own reflection?