Chapter 4: Reflection
Hello guys, thanks for reviewing. Anyways, this chapter is for Musa. It's about when she lost her mother; she isn't the one who she used to be when her mother used to be with her. She then wanted to know who she really is.
Chapter 4: Reflection.
"Musa, you can't just give up lady lessons just to be a musician! First lady Lessons, then you would be a musician!" Musa's father shouted. Musa's father was like this after her mother had died. He changed too, and Musa wished her dad could be the dad she once knew. Musa walked to the bridge, and saw the waters of the Summer Palace.
Look at me
You may think you see
Who I really am
But you'll never know me
She looked down at her reflection, and sighed. She wished her mother could be back, and it was all her fault. If they just didn't have wasted money on her, she would still be alive, that's what Musa would say to herself. She then looked up at the sky.
Every day
It's as if I play a part
Now I see
If I wear a mask
I can fool the world
But I cannot fool my heart
"If I could just be someone who I don't look like, I could be anybody. But the identity I have, is something that I can't be," Musa said while walking on the bridge. She looked down at the reflection once again, and saw a completely different person.
Who is that girl I see
Staring straight back at me?
When will my reflection show?
Who I am inside?
Musa sighed, and faced away. She walked to the place where her mother was buried, without telling her father. She picked some flowers on her way. She just dearly missed her mother, and her voice.
I am now
in a world where I
have to hide my heart
and what I believe in
Musa couldn't show her talent, and her father would never accept that. She just looked at the sky, and saw a cloud of an instrument. Musa smiled, and continued walking.
But somehow
I will show the world
what's inside my heart
and be loved for who I am
Orange maple leaves were coming out from the trees. The sky was yellow. There were many leaves on the floor, and Musa sighed. She then picked the pieces, and placed them on a big tree. "These leaves don't belong near your grave mother," she said. "It belongs where it was meant to be."
There's a heart that must be
Free to fly
that burns with a need to know
the reason why
Musa sat near her mother's grave, and placed the flowers. She was crying; she really missed her mother. She just wished she could see her mother once again, and a huge smile would appear on her face. But Musa knew that would never happen, only if she believed in it.
Why must we all conceal?
What we think, how we feel?
Must there be a secret me
I'm forced to hide?
I won't pretend that I'm
someone else for all time.
When will my reflection show?
Who I am inside?
When will my reflection show?
Who I am inside?
Musa then heard her father shouting her name, and Musa quickly got up. Her father saw Musa with her mother, and he just came quietly. He bowed down at her, and joined Musa. Both of them were silent.
Why won't I just be the person who I want to be? Musa thought. If her mother came, that wish could appear.