I look in the mirror
Who looks back at me?
I'm unrecognizable
Who do I see?
I used to complain
About having no style
I wanted to have
A nice, whiter smile.
My hair would be wild
And all over the place
I was unsatisfied
With marks on my face
Now I'd be happy
If I had some hair
Being bald is no fun
There is way too much air. . .on top!
Charm is deceitful, and beauty is vain, but a woman who
fears the Lord is to be praised
Proverbs 31:30
