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?
Look at the stars tonight
As we see the same light
And in that moment
It
Love me tomorrow, for it is a new day
Love me again like you did the first day
Lo
I'll be with you as long as you want me to,
Until the end of time.
The day I met
After I knew the person you showed the world,
I searched for the person you are.
How I wish to trust
In life, no questions asked,
Hanging on God's words,
It's the memories of you I have
That make any grey sky turn blue
And lets me know
She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
With the clash of arms and the bugle's ca
Everyone is searching
for the missing piece in life.
The key to unlock the door
A good friend is someone
who cares about you.
They are someone who will be
<I'm sorry for hurting you, like the way I do
I'm sorry for the hurtful things I always sa
