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?
To me, you are an angel in disguise,
Full of intuition, intelligent and wise,
Alw
I Can Be Anything You Want And Need
I can be the silence
when the world around you
gets to be too loud.
When you proceed,
Some will say it can't be done
And that there is no need
<I feel so heavy, really tired of what
I'm carrying right now.
I wanted to howl an
It's strange the things you remember
And the things you seem to forget.
It's a ja
It's getting late, I must go
I had a beer where did it go
I had to pee. I know it
Until I met you my heart stood still
Like the moon and the sun
Their love is true
We didn't grow up together.
We didn't start as friends.
When we first got togethe
The little town was the perfect little town,
Where never would you see even one little fr
Don't live in anger, with fear and regrets.
Seek forgiveness and lay your pain to rest.
