Mirror Mirror on the ceiling, I looked up at you and caught some feelings
I slept on myself, but I’m up now, rise and shine, wooh!
Child, I see her, who is she in my mirror?
She is prepared to leave that inner child of wounded visions, by unlearning trauma identity
She is me, I am she
She is elevating and restoring her bloodline by breaking the cycles of unworthiness cycles and spiritual ignorance
She is me I am she
She is a reflection of what she knows
Her еnergy is a broadcaster
She cast goodnеss abroad all the nations through her being
She is me I am she
I look in the mirror and boldly ask myself, what is the energy of my thinking and feeling?
I’m a savage lover of myself and guardian of my empathic ways
I am my own experience
I enroll into a high reflection, to learn to see me, to see the versions of myself that attracted you
I am observing, I am accepting, I am releasing, I am transforming
I see in the higher mirror that versus anybody, versus anything, is a deception of divisiveness
All is one, I am one with all
I take my time to process old and new feelings, thoughts, pains, information, emotions
Me knowing me, me having me, is the biggest flex
Others having me doesn’t require my presence, that’s big-on-big flex
I am believing this so much when I see it in the mirror
I know my life is that I experience a mirror reflection of myself
Who is she in the mirror?
She is all of life, everything and nothing
Staring back at her to increase self-attention, acceptance, love, and genuine adoration of the great I AM living through her
That’s who she is in the mirror
She is we, I am she, heyy
Who is she in the mirror? heyy