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?
Fueling your faith
In what you've got within...
In your God-given gift,
I
Every tone of life
Makes a note for you.
Every word of life
Makes a phras
Who are you?
Where is the guy that I once knew?
Where did my friend go
an
From the day I met you,
I never knew our love would be so pure and true.
Every ti
why is it when I look in your eyes,
I see the love burning inside me.
why is it w
You gave me light
In my darkest of days.
You showed me, love
In so many w
How did this happen I continue to ask?
As I get online waiting for time to pass
Y
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
When times are hard, you might stop for a bit,
But it's not over until the moment you qui
When I am born, you are here
In your eye, I see a tear
Time flies and already I'm
