Mirror Mirror on the wall
Something tells me that I’m really 21 feet tall
But these earthly reflections can not hold it all
So I’m made to feel insignificant and small
Microphone, Microphone on the stand
My voice longs to echo in exotic lands
But it is constantly muted by the works of my hands
So I surrender my blue to the silence again
Masterpiece, Masterpiece on my heart
Desperately moaning to release the art
But my past tells my future every time that I start
So I watch with the shame as my dreams fade to dark
Miracle, Miracle on my mind
Singing sweetly to me before I open my eyes
But I’ve heard this ballad before, line for line
So maybe I’ll listen with the hearing of my soul this time
Mirror, Mirror on the wall
Something tells me that I’m really 22 feet tall
Breathe.Gratitude.Love. 
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