What good is a mansion if your heart is starved inside
What good is a mirror if you only close your eyes
What good is a rainbow if you fear the pot of gold
All your life is wasted
If you spend it growing old

If you could see yourself
The way I do
You’d see someone to look up to
You’d see someone
You’d be so proud of
If you could see yourself
Through my love

What good are your memories if you keep them locked inside
What good are emotions if you never learn to cry
What good are your loved ones if you push their love aside
I only want to hold you
But I feel my hands are tied

If you could see yourself
The way I do
You’d see someone to look up to
You’d see someone
You’d be so proud of
If you could see yourself
Through my love

I don’t know why you suffer
In the prison of your pride
I don’t know what you think you’d lose
But I know what you’d find
If you could see yourself
The way I do
You’d see someone to look up to
You’d see someone
You’d be so proud of
If you could see yourself
Through my love

© Amy Sky and Eric Kaz