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 get this funny feeling way down deep inside.
My hands begin to shake whenever she walks
When we were born with no possession.
The love received was our concession.
No wo
We have been friends for not so long
We've learned to trust and shared a song
We
Overwhelming and revealing
this amazing feeling,
this ache I crave, this desire,<
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
You've got quite an easy style
with a tender heart to match,
and how you'd wear a
May your blessings be many
and your troubles be few.
And may you feel God's prese
I light a torch and hold it high
It shines so bright it lights the sky
You see th
I'll be with you as long as you want me to,
Until the end of time.
The day I met
Hold onto your dream while mindful of time.
Optimism required, let your light shine.
