The Lady from the Mirror and Her

In your room has a mirror.
And she closes the door sometimes,
She starts to speak with him, even if she does know or felled.
Disappear

Inside the empty mirror,
Just a woman, locked.
She cries and paint imaginary pictures.
Blue with Purple,
Red and Black,
Songs repeating and repeating and repeating,
She puts the same song to repeat,
She wants to cry, she wants to live inside the mirror,
So, she cries...

She looks the fake stars at the roof and imagine outside,
Wondering in be a best mother, a best daughter, a best human being.
She make plans to be happy, she makes plans to be better.
Nothing is enough,


And the Lady walks on the street, she is the street.

Everyone loves her.
She smells good, lovely scents.
Winds follows her shadow, they follow the Queen.

Tiny little human, one mere smile is a present,
Big smile, short smile; she decides, she has the power,
And then stars are made,

Heart and Mind uncompassed,
A Kind of spirit that dances without music,
She is just perfect for anyone who crosses your destiny.
Perfection is your name,

And she knows the way to go to heaven.


Love is complicated.
All the concepts of happiness looks old.
The sunshine could be at night, why not?

Close the door; destroy this mirror who wants you,
You are the Queen, and you know this.
The best mother, the best daughter, the best human being,

Change the songs,
Go to heaven,
Only you knows the way, and you know this.

And she cries, she cries and put the old song again
Doesn’t matter what you say or think
She is the Lady from the Mirror, forever

And you never can change what you see on the mirror.