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 that look in your eye.
It's the smile on your face
That makes time slip by,<
You are mine till the end.
I love you because you're my friend.
You were so kind
If one name is but a glimpse of their soul
Then we are simple machines on cruise control<
Before I became strong, I knew what it was like
To be weak,
How difficult it is t
Be The Best Of Whatever Who You Are
If you can't be a pine on the top of the hill,
Be a scrub in the valley — but be
you have been my friend for a very long time
I asked you to bend and you made a rhyme
The sunshine appears to be brighter.
My heart feels a bit lighter.
How I wish to trust
In life, no questions asked,
Hanging on God's words,
I have a feeling
That I can't comprehend
In my deepest thoughts, you are
I Will Always Be There For You
I will always be there for you,
I am your little friend.
I will always be in love
