In th' bathroom mirror, over n' again
In the Bathroom Mirror
- In th' bathroom mirror, over n' again,
Reflecshun on reflecshun, which one is she;
Can't bear to look, nothing but pain,
Just ain't what she planned, or she wanted t' be.
- In th' bathroom mirror, over n' again,
Just one th' many, or some digits on screen;
A Satanic decepshun, or is it really me?
What difference tween me n' some naf machine.
- In th' bathroom mirror, over n' again,
Hardwired for drugs, or just a good lay;
Empty n' tired, like I'm poured down the drain,
Don't look at me, it was my DNA.
- In th' bathroom mirror, over n' again,
A rat for the race, or a human being?
Cracks are appearing all over the pane;
Can't hang any longer wit' this fanciful scene.
- In th' bathroom mirror, over n' again,
Reflecshun of God, th' woman he made;
Loved n' desired n' spite of th' stain,
With grace from God, th' price is bin paid.
- In th' bathroom mirror, over n' again,
Spots n' wrinkles, faults n' th' sin;
Climb over th' truth 'bout self n' gain,
God's forgiveness, my true self t' win.
- In th' bathroom mirror, over n' again,
God's not dead, no not after all;
I'm not a machine, a piece a meat,
But loved by Jesus n' saved from the fall.
This one writ for Fiona, my daugher
© James R. Hamilton - Written Wednesday, 10th, December, 2003
