When you look in the mirror, what do you see? Who is she, looking back?
Do you see a princess, do you see a star? Do you point out everything you lack?
Let me tell you what I see and let me show you who is she and let me speak because I know who you are…
You are beautiful. You are beautiful. You are a miracle to me.
When you write your story, what do you write? Who do you see in every word?
Do you see a hero, winning the fight? Or just a scared little girl?
Let me tell you what I see and let me who you who is she and let me speak because I know who you are…
You are beautiful. You are beautiful. You are a miracle to me.
You are beautiful. You are beautiful. You are a miracle to me.
And in the end the reflection you see is your choice.
And in the end the words you hear loudest are spoken by your voice.
So speak them beautifully, do them beautifully and beautiful will somehow come to be.
You are beautiful, you are beautiful, you are a miracle to me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem