<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4074086533593278343</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:26:33.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cebrea Lee</title><subtitle type='html'>the Mirror of Me</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cebrealee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4074086533593278343/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cebrealee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cebrea Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18234244034451691774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4074086533593278343.post-4615302664689208757</id><published>2008-05-09T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T01:32:06.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mirror of Me</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time in a far away land&lt;br /&gt;A woman, inspired, took pen in hand&lt;br /&gt;She heard and wrote, saw and wrote&lt;br /&gt;It all began with just a few notes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ideas formed over the course of time&lt;br /&gt;Had filled the corners of her mind&lt;br /&gt;Finally like sunshine that’s been locked in a safe&lt;br /&gt;The door once opened, thoughts began to escape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She opened her heart and laid it all bare&lt;br /&gt;What once had been hidden she wanted to share&lt;br /&gt;Ideas grew wings, they learned how to fly&lt;br /&gt;No longer just hers, they were owned by the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when she stood back and observed the view&lt;br /&gt;To her amazement she was looking at you&lt;br /&gt;Her friends through the years, the thoughts of her heart&lt;br /&gt;She never realized you’d had such a big part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, she knew you were out there, that you had thoughts too&lt;br /&gt;The things that she’d been through, nothing was new&lt;br /&gt;Somehow you were separate, in spite of the lack&lt;br /&gt;She’d felt it was safer to hold herself back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now she could see, maybe you will see too&lt;br /&gt;That you are like her, and she is like you&lt;br /&gt;“She can’t know me”, you say, “our lives are apart”&lt;br /&gt;But take a close look at your life and your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the days? You felt so alone&lt;br /&gt;Her daddy left too, and he never came home&lt;br /&gt;You tried to adjust and never loose hope&lt;br /&gt;But time doesn’t heal, you just learn how to cope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, you know what hope is. You learned how to read&lt;br /&gt;She too beat the odds and planted a seed&lt;br /&gt;Hope’s seed you have watered all through the years&lt;br /&gt;The roots have grown deep, they’re watered by tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how about the day when you first held your son!&lt;br /&gt;The joy of her life, she too held such a one&lt;br /&gt;Time goes so quickly, your son, how he’s grown&lt;br /&gt;Her son has grown too. Soon he’ll be on his own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is my story, I hope you’ve no doubt&lt;br /&gt;I am the woman I’ve told you about&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time in a far away land&lt;br /&gt;I, the woman, took pen in hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what I learned, on that day, in that place&lt;br /&gt;Breaks the barriers of time and space&lt;br /&gt;When I look at my face now, you know who I see&lt;br /&gt;I see your reflection, the mirror of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by, Cebrea Lee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4074086533593278343-4615302664689208757?l=cebrealee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cebrealee.blogspot.com/feeds/4615302664689208757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4074086533593278343&amp;postID=4615302664689208757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4074086533593278343/posts/default/4615302664689208757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4074086533593278343/posts/default/4615302664689208757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cebrealee.blogspot.com/2008/05/cebrea-lee-mirror-of-me.html' title='The Mirror of Me'/><author><name>Cebrea Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18234244034451691774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
