When I'm old and grey
What will the lines on my face say?
Will they smile from years of laughter?
Or will they turn down from years of tears?
Life goes so fleeting. Yet day to day seems long.
Always waiting for a miracle
Hoping true love will come along.
Once you think you may have it.
Only to watch it hold someone else more dear.
What will the mirror tell of me
When my final breath draws near?
Eyes have become dull from crying.
Lips always facing down.
What happened to the girl I once was
Before love I thought I found?
Will grandfather recognize me in valhalla?
Will the great Spirit turn me away
Because this world faded the light that brought me to this place?
Is it too late to write the lines now growing strong across my face?
How do I put the laugh lines into the frown lines place ?
What will the mirror say of me when breath makes its last escape ?