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?
I know there's something great in me,
Something I struggle to find.
The days and
I loved you,
But you broke my heart.
I should have known
That was your go
Tears of pain run down my cheek,
wishing I was able to hold the one I seek.
Tears
When we were born with no possession.
The love received was our concession.
No wo
The way I used to smile,
and love our favorite song
The way it felt so right
Our goodbyes meant nothing at all,
because if he's not there, he'll come when I cal
my sleeping angel
I opened my eyes and saw an angel
I took his hand and he lead m
Times have been tough, and things have gone wrong,
But the deep love we share has been th
She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
With the clash of arms and the bugle's ca
It wrecks me, that last moment
that played out so wrong.
Our hopeless eyes locked
