(A sequel to "The Mirror Tells It All")
I've been watching you for some time,
Glimpsing at the beauty hidden in your eyes,
Tortured until she cannot be recognized,
And then seized with ease and buried alive.
You were not meant to live this way,
With your flowing hair locked away,
Your heart encaged and enslaved,
Monotonously pounding out its days.
But I promise you that beauty is truely kind,
And if you'll dig her up, you can come back to life.
See, God, in His wisdom, has made you a girl
And has plans for you to change the world,
Not in the ways of guns and knives,
But with your beauty deep inside,
With the gentle power in your veins,
Your tender courage, your quiet ways.
But as you open up your life completely to Him,
You must open the casket which your beauty lies within.
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