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?
I know so little about you,
But I'm falling in love with you.
I have been since t
I have an invisible friend
Who guides me through dark and pain.
She always tells
Together we may struggle
but without you all I feel is pain.
Sometimes I may seem
Don't Go Far Off, Not Even For A Day
Don't go far off, not even for a day, because --
because -- I don't know how to say it: a
Your kindness has been blessed to me
From the stars above.
Your words all fill my
Friends indeed,
Together we will succeed.
Our dreams will come true,
Fore
When I am born, you are here
In your eye, I see a tear
Time flies and already I'm
My love for you is like the raging sea,
So powerful and deep it will forever be.
I am worthy. There is nothing
that can or will happen today that
could convince m
Don't live in anger, with fear and regrets.
Seek forgiveness and lay your pain to rest.
