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?
Fumbling, stumbling,
around in the dark.
Fighting, igniting,
flames from
You have a gentle heart and a caring soul.
You use affectionate words to extol.
Y
You entered the room and my heart skipped a beat
I knew in an instant we were destined to
When someone's having a bad day,
A smile could go a long way,
So make sure to put
Whenever I am lonely,
You're always by my side,
And when I call to you for help,<
Fueling your faith
In what you've got within...
In your God-given gift,
I
I believe that love is loyalty.
It will always have your back.
It will bravely st
We fight we struggle
We kick and scream
Please let us back in
And wake us
A friend is not just someone who hangs out with you.
A friend is someone who cares about
I'll be there for you no matter what.
I'll hold your hand when you're crying from that ba
