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?
You may see me struggle,
but you won't see me fall.
Regardless if I'm weak or not
I'll be there for you no matter what.
I'll hold your hand when you're crying from that ba
You were like the sun who brought light
Into my cold, dark, and lifeless night.
Y
The little town was the perfect little town,
Where never would you see even one little fr
As I lay here in the dark by your side,
You bring me great love, and I feel great pride.<
There Is Always Hope In Friendship
It was a day in the life
Full of sadness and strife.
You never thought you'd make
She tells him she loves him when she doesn't care,
all along she plays this game unfairly
You are blinded by shame
For all you have done
It hurts me so bad
That I
Breathe in the fresh air,
Put your mind at ease.
Let down your hair,
Let
Whenever I am lonely,
You're always by my side,
And when I call to you for help,<
