I am trapped behind your bedroom mirror
while I’m trapped
when I get out
when you appear
I float around now
from place to place
I am a ghost looking for a familiar face
I wish I could have known my fate
but now I know it’s just too late
I wish I could have seen
what my life would have been like at thirteen…
Just a girl from the Bronx
learning from the college of hard knocks
street smart wise
didn’t see the knife
a shadow in the midst
behind my back that insists
that if I scream or, resist —
I’m history then
thirteen, and I wonder what could have been
while it all fades to black
but I see white
and, for the first time…
I am shown what is right
Beauty is all around,
a symphony in heaven is all I see..
singing just for me.