Portrait of Yourself

Ooh-ooh. You turn the pages, like a mirror on the wall.

Taking every line that lifts you, leaving every line that calls. You say the

truth is gentle, you say the truth is kind. But only when it fits the

shape you already had in mind. You hold the book like a

lantern, but shade it with your hand. Choosing only light that falls

exactly where you stand. 'Cause if you choose the words you follow- Ooh.

... and rewrite all the rest, it's not the gospel that you're

trusting. It's the echo in your chest. If you carve away the challenge,