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?
Life is not just waking up one morning and saying, "Ok, I want this to happen."
It's abou
If you awake to one more dreary day,
an empty heart with empty hours to kill,
rem
You've got quite an easy style
with a tender heart to match,
and how you'd wear a
I've never been the type to say what I feel
So basically I keep everything inside
I'm sorry for hurting you, like the way I do
I'm sorry for the hurtful things I always sa
What is love?
Love is a dangerous thing,
But once you find the one,
It al
Not a day goes by
that I don't wish you knew how much I love you.
Not a day goes
Fueling your faith
In what you've got within...
In your God-given gift,
I
Overwhelming and revealing
this amazing feeling,
this ache I crave, this desire,<
The past you cannot forget or undo
The future is all we can look forward to.
&nbs
