Look thee in the mirror of life,gazed upon what I see
reflections of hate,dishonour,envy,lust,who am I were
is my identity,scattered in time.
Memories fill my thoughts with moments of despair,If I had
only forgived or a simplke sorry could have saved the day
and my soul.
So easy yet so difficult to be humble it flows from the
heart its knocking on your door day by day,we are deaf,blind,
can you hear her vouching cries, can you feel her tender touch
she is all around you humbleness.
In the innocent in the defendless in those who repent in the
eyes of a little child.
It makes no difference,Kings,Queens,Presidents its a lesson to learn yet so difficult to comprehend from the begining of times.
It is not who you are,were you come from or what you possess
its the art of knowing were you belong and what you are made
of,pure love.
So look yourself into the mirror forgive youreself and welcome
Humbleness into your life.