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?
Take Me To The Center Of Your Soul
Take Me to the center of your soul
show me where you hide
lead me
You're the one for me
'cause you were made just for me.
Now I'm standing in front
I still love you.
we were friends with him
when he introduced me to you.
In The Shadow Of Your Warm Love
In the shadow of your warm love
I feel so safe and secure,
And your soft, caring
I am broken,
Shattered into irreparable pieces.
Who is going to save me?
The answer lies true in my heart,
So if I tell you, will you tear it apart?
Or wi
I'll be there for you no matter what.
I'll hold your hand when you're crying from that ba
I'm so sorry I missed your birthday.
A special day, I know it's true.
But birthda
I called you late last night
because I needed a friend.
But you, of course, didn'
You have a gentle heart and a caring soul.
You use affectionate words to extol.
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