So focused on all the little kinks in your own face and personality
That you’ve forgotten about the kinks in my hands.
My blood was not shed lightly,
And My sacrifice was not politely
Asking you to maybe trust my plan.
You are mine and I have made you clean!
The reflection in the glass is not the person that I see!
Your not a face your a soul, not a piece but a whole,
this is not a question but a plan
Not a possibility but my command.
So when I tell you that your beautiful know It’s because of nothing you have done,
Your life, I myself have won.
The only reason I will ever say your beautiful is because in you I see my son.