Greetings and blessings to everyone in the community, this week I want to participate with a very nice song by Carla Morrison in which she talks about looking inward and finding ourselves to smile and be ourselves again.

Personally, I felt very identified with this song "Hacia Dentro", because I have had days when I have had a lot of problems with my life. I have had days when I have felt that I was not myself, and that I was being the person that everyone wanted me to be, in these situations is when we must look inward and analyze ourselves, take care of ourselves and be what we really are and live happily.

I consider it my virtue to look inward and listen to myself whenever I can, and to love myself. And most importantly, to be a better person every day.

I woke up one day without feeling like going on
Something was already sinking me in my bed
The glances I felt, the hugs I gave in to
Everything was empty and with nothing

I forgot my faith in myself, I gambled everything on myself
But it was me who was missing
The war inside me was crying out loud in me
It was the voice of my soul

I looked inward again
I looked again deep inside myself
To reveal the memory
To analyze what was protesting in me

It was so hard to admit, to accept that I lied to myself
I ignored the pain of the plot
That after seeing myself there, alone and unable to go on
I had everything and I had nothing

Wishing to end me here, my eyes saw gray
When I slept I always drowned
My crying wanted to say, my wounds to admit
It was the voice of my soul

I looked inward again
I looked deep inside myself again
To reveal the memory
To analyze what was protesting in me

I looked inward again
I turned to look deep inside me again
To reveal the memory
To analyze what was protesting in me

I came back, I came back to me
I came back into existence
And I could see myself there
Smiling again

I came back to look inside
I looked deep inside myself again
To reveal the memory
To analyze what was protesting in me

I looked inward again, oh
I turned to look deep inside me again
To reveal the memory
To analyze what was protesting in me