I stand looking at my naked self
in the looking glass.
What would you love?
My nose just a nose
My lips just lips
Nothing special here for nobody to love
Nothing young and fresh.
Happiness was just a trick in my case.
I thought that it was gone last
Even thought you had the trees, earth, stars
When she left, happiness a desert
But, we all have to start somewhere if us want to do better
Our own self is what us have to hand
To wonder. To ask.
The more I wonder, the more I love
If she come, I be happy
If she don't, be content
And then I figure this the lesson I was supposed to learn
Standing in front of the mirror
I love you, I say
And I so happy.