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 have a feeling deep in my heart.
It feels like the fire of a flame.
It feels of
I called you late last night
because I needed a friend.
But you, of course, didn'
If you awake to one more dreary day,
an empty heart with empty hours to kill,
rem
The worst pain known to me
Is to be stuck on a love that never could be,
To love
I waited, and you didn't come.
I called, and you didn't answer.
I knocked, but yo
Just Who You Are Its Important
You've got quite an easy style
with a tender heart to match,
and how you'd wear a
Somewhere I Have Never Travelled, Gladly Beyond
somewhere I have never traveled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silen
Listen to my heart as it screams your name.
Look into my eyes as you fix the pain.
<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
I thought it was what I wanted.
You promised me it was.
You took me in your arms<
