My mirror is broken, or at least it seems to be,
for today I discovered an old man staring back at me.
The face I recognized,
But he had hair of gray, and there were wrinkles around the eyes.
I waved. I rubbed the mirror with my sleeve.
No matter what I tried, he simply wouldn't leave.
This can't be me, I thought. I am much more svelte.
Just look at the way the belly hangs over his belt!
I also thought it was very queer.
The hair stopped growing atop his head and was growing out of each ear!
Who was this imposter, and what is he doing there,
this man of age with silver in his hair?
Why is my mirror doing this to me?
Having this old man staring back at me?
we've always been together,
we did everything with laughter,
we thought it was fo
I see a sea of faces,
many I have never met,
but yet I feel compassion for them.<
I'll be with you as long as you want me to,
Until the end of time.
The day I met
As long as the birds are singing,
As long as the fish can swim,
As long as the su
A little bit angry through the years,
A whole lot lonely through my tears.
A wond
I hope you find
the one who quiets
the screams.
I hope you find
t
My love for you is like the raging sea,
So powerful and deep it will forever be.
She tells him she loves him when she doesn't care,
all along she plays this game unfairly
Your lips so soft and red.
The thought of kissing you is stuck in my head. &n
We have been friends for not so long
We've learned to trust and shared a song
We
