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?
When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaningful walk,
We have been friends for not so long
We've learned to trust and shared a song
We
After I knew the person you showed the world,
I searched for the person you are.
To feel that sense of comfort
That you felt in times gone by.
To hug someone with
Don't live in anger, with fear and regrets.
Seek forgiveness and lay your pain to rest.
Laid my head upon your chest
Your arms encircled me,
It was, My Love, as if we we
You are my love, my life, and my queen.
You possess all the love, care, and hope that I w
When I Die I Want Your Hands On My Eyes
When I die I want your hands on my eyes:
I want the light and the wheat of your beloved h
I Can Be Anything You Want And Need
I can be the silence
when the world around you
gets to be too loud.
Say yes, and we could surf the highest waves,
Your hand in mine, never losing faith.
