You claim to see me, but what do you actually see, do you see the little girl that's within thee, or do you see a false image with no blemishes. Do you see me, I'm standing right here and yet I'm ever so clear , even with the darkest bark you see through it like Rosa Parks.
Do you see me, all the pain and scars, and the broken heart, Do you see that I'm actually smart I just really had a rough start, musically inclined , artistically devine, a poetic mystery rhyme something like Michael Jackson with remember the time.
Do you see me full of wisdom and still knee deep , depending on God to set me free, Do you see I'm really a afraid little girl living in this large world , seeing the spirits rome earth. Do you see how I can be different, an spiritual intellect, an mediator for the dead, and no I'm not trying mislead you I'm telling you the truth and no you didn't misread boo.
Do you see what I go through, this isn't entertainment, it's really an amazement all that I came with, God said I can handle it and it's not an embarrassment, Greatest came with my name attached so it's no going back, so what do you see when you see me?