Does true love reside where I cannot see?
At forty-five, I don’t know where to look.
The mirror reveals the true, the real me,
Tired, empty soul now opened like a book.
Yet, no one sees the face that’s meant to please.
A glowing screen beckons me to draw near.
Its deceptive words promise perfect peace.
Messages of love meant to ease my fear.
No more! I won’t believe the tempter’s lie.
No more! I won’t believe what Daddy said.
No more! I won’t let true love pass me by.
No more! I will believe the debt is paid.
Oh Lord, please hold me in your arms tonight.
Oh, can you tell me how to make this right?