The Silent Sword (April 2,1997)
Shove away those thoughts impure,
Cast them far so they’re obscure.
Never let them hold your mind,
Else you’ll always be unsure.
Comparing yourself has not defined
Who you are and what you’ll find.
For every time you doubt your heart,
You’ll be taking steps while blind.
Before you say things and you start,
Allow me to whisper and impart
That you are not the sad reflection
In the mirror you broke apart.
I hope to cure you of self-deception,
So don’t look at your imperfections—
Look to me and my affection,
Look to me and my affection.
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