**\[Verse 1 – The Overwhelm]** She used to walk into a room like sunlight through a mist, Soft heart open wide, couldn’t help but exist In everyone’s emotions, she'd swim and forget Which storm was hers and which was someone else’s regret. The smell of sadness, the taste of rage, The crackle of fear, like thunder in a cage— She’d wear it all, like it was her skin, Not knowing where *they* end and *she* begins. **\[Chorus – The Turning Point]** But the mirror isn’t you, it’s just what you reflect, You can feel what they’re feeling, but you still have self-respect. You’re not their echo, you’re a note in your own key, You’re a wave of warm gold in a sovereign sea. Take your energy back—like fire to your spine, Like lavender breath on a peaceful night. Your empathy’s a gift, not a leash, not a chain, You can hold space *without* holding their pain. **\[Verse 2 – The Shift]** She met a woman once, old soul with wise eyes, Who said, *“Darlin’, don’t let the wind decide your skies.”* *“Your aura’s like a cloak, size it to your day—* *Make it small when you focus, stretch it wide when you play.”* She learned to feel without dissolving inside, To breathe in compassion, exhale what’s not right. She walked through the market with her rose at her side, Let others feel seen, but stayed rooted in *her* life. **\[Chorus – Empowered Now]** ’Cause the mirror isn’t you, it’s just a passing light, You’re a mountain in the storm, not the thunder in the night. You can feel their songs, but dance to your own drum, Like cinnamon smoke rising with the sun. Take your energy back—like silk around your soul, Like salt on your lips when you’re back in control. Your empathy’s a gift, not a door left ajar, You're the compass and the flame—you know who you are. **\[Bridge – The Practice]** Ask the four sacred questions before you open the gate: *Did I feel the line? Did I communicate?* *Did they honor it true? Did I honor it too?* She whispered these gently, like a morning dew. **\[Outro – The Power]** So now she walks like a lighthouse, not a sponge for the sea, Her love shines strong, but her roots run deep. With a smile that says “I see you,” and a grace that says “Not mine,” She’s free—finally—within her own divine. **\[Tagline – Repeat softly]** The mirror isn’t you... the mirror isn’t you… You’re the flame, not the fuel… the mirror isn’t you. ---
