When I look in the mirror, what do I see? A young man who looks just like me.
It must be me, this much I know, the places he's been, I don't wish to go.
I stare in his eyes and see silent rage from years of being trapped in a cage.
I know this place can change a man
I've learned this first-hand, trust me, it can.
Live day for day, that's all I can do,
looking for love I get from so few.
The game of life is not easily won;
it's definitely much easier said than done.
Enough talk, it's time to change my ways and make my future hold brighter days.
The next time I see my own reflection, I want to smile with love and affection.
The next time you look into a crowd, you'll see me shining, head up, proud.
The man in the mirror's life has been rough,
but that's in the past, I've had enough.
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