So look into the mirror do you recognise someone
Is it who you always hoped you would become
When you were young
I don’t know what to say that I haven’t said before. I still miss him. I’ll always miss him. I see his face every day in my mirror, and I know that I am who he helped shape me to be. I know he’d be proud. And I know I was loved.
If it’s all I can have, it’s enough. But I still miss him.