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?
my sleeping angel
I opened my eyes and saw an angel
I took his hand and he lead m
It wrecks me, that last moment
that played out so wrong.
Our hopeless eyes locked
I believe that love is loyalty.
It will always have your back.
It will bravely st
Until I met you my heart stood still
Like the moon and the sun
Their love is true
Before I became strong, I knew what it was like
To be weak,
How difficult it is t
We have something that holds us together,
Something that made us both better,
Som
The little town was the perfect little town,
Where never would you see even one little fr
A million stars up in the sky.
One shines brighter - I can't deny.
A love so prec
The sunshine appears to be brighter.
My heart feels a bit lighter.
What if we were really true
And said everything we thought
Could we then stop fee
