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?
No stupid love song can describe how I feel
Sometimes the words other people say
Shall we take Fall together,
go sifting through the fallen leaves
and gaze upon t
Why did you have to go?
Why did you leave me in the dark all alone?
Why did you h
You have a gentle heart and a caring soul.
You use affectionate words to extol.
Y
She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
With the clash of arms and the bugle's ca
From the day that I first knew you,
Your heart was pure and kind;
Your smile was
First time we met,
We smiled laughed and played,
By the big Oak Tree in the back,
I light a torch and hold it high
It shines so bright it lights the sky
You see th
Until I met you my heart stood still
Like the moon and the sun
Their love is true
Don't Go Far Off, Not Even For A Day
Don't go far off, not even for a day, because --
because -- I don't know how to say it: a
