Untitled. I look in the mirror, I hate who I see. this can not be me. Lord, tell me who do You see? Through Your eyes, can she arise? Can she break free? Tossing and turning, everything is blurry. Is there a way out? Is the hole to deep? Can I crawl out? or can You lift me? In Your hands I lay my everything In Your guidance I walk a new path With Your love, I start anew. In Your perfect plan, I began.