My heart is filled with sorrow---I mourn the loss of
my youth--- I look at the image in the mirror and
wonder who are you? I see a withering flower
created by time…time
Why did I not hang on tighter as I floated
through time with slippery hands of
living.
my youth--- I look at the image in the mirror and
wonder who are you? I see a withering flower
created by time…time
Why did I not hang on tighter as I floated
through time with slippery hands of
living.