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?
She tells him she loves him when she doesn't care,
all along she plays this game unfairly
Friends come and go
and love grows, grows, and grows
True friends are trees with
You are mine till the end.
I love you because you're my friend.
You were so kind
I Can Do Anything For You My Love
Your lips so soft and red.
The thought of kissing you is stuck in my head. &n
My mirror is broken, or at least it seems to be,
for today I discovered an old man starin
After the fierce midsummer all ablaze
Has burned itself to ashes, and expires
In
I never knew love until I found you.
Always thought it was a myth until you showed me it
If you think you can reach the sky,
Why don't you flap your wings to fly?
Always
Be The Best Of Whatever You Are
If you can't be a pine on the top of the hill,
Be a scrub in the valley
We started as strangers.
We fell and became lovers.
We started with a, "Hi,"
