I know you look upon the mirror everyday,
But sometimes as you stare into your own reflection
You have just got to extend your arm
through the glass
and hold your own hand.
Don’t worry,
I’ll be there, by your side
with your other hand in mine
so that if you aren’t able to hold on
any longer
and you let go,
You’ll still be standing up
Because I won’t let go.
And don’t you stop
reaching your arm through the mirror
until you learn how to hold your own hand
Because, believe me,
Later in life
you are going to be thankful
you know.