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?
You bring the sunshine to my rain.
You give me love when I feel pain.
From the day I met you,
I never knew our love would be so pure and true.
Every ti
Friendship is like life.
It goes away,
And comes again.
Fr
I light a torch and hold it high
It shines so bright it lights the sky
You see th
My mirror is broken, or at least it seems to be,
for today I discovered an old man starin
I see you in my thoughts and dreams.
When I awake, how real it seems.
You aren't
Everyone's got a big mountain to climb,
All those with an incurable illness.
Each
Thank you
For loving me true,
For being no one but you,
For holding my ha
I called you late last night
because I needed a friend.
But you, of course, didn'
Take Me To The Center Of Your Soul
Take Me to the center of your soul
show me where you hide
lead me
