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?
It's done and it's over
I'm through with misery
No more sadness
No more y
We didn't grow up together.
We didn't start as friends.
When we first got togethe
You're the beauty in the sunrise,
The soft warmth shining in the trees.
Joyful li
Your kindness has been blessed to me
From the stars above.
Your words all fill my
Hope Is The Thing With Feathers
"Hope" is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune
My heart literally hurts.
My chest is in pain.
Life without you
Will neve
I'll be with you as long as you want me to,
Until the end of time.
The day I met
You bring the sunshine to my rain.
You give me love when I feel pain.
As long as the birds are singing,
As long as the fish can swim,
As long as the su
All these days and nights without you here,
It's a little bit more than I can bear.
