Do I look short and fat or thin and tall
Is my hair turning antique white
Give me a reflection wrong or right
Do you see any new wrinkles in my skin
I ask these questions again and again
Can you see any changes in me
Is that truly my reflection I see
Who gave you the right to sit and stare
And point out my antique white hair
The things I let you see
Are just between you and me
I know you know me like a book
I always give you the first look
I'm not asking for you to tell me lies
But for once just look into my eyes
And tell me what you truly see
Or explain why you keep judging me
Do you laugh when I leave the room
Or do you hope my image will change soon
I know to you it's all a big joke
You don't understand the meaning of hope
How time keeps marching on
Leaving us to wonder where it has gone
We see the age in our face
And know that we must slow our pace
But dear mirror I must give you thanks
For not just reflecting us as blanks
We need your powers of reflection
To keep us going in the right direction
And your never afraid to say
Hey you look better that way
Even though your not always a good friend
And your only task is an image to send
I can't help but ask myself
What would we do without your help
And how hard it is to walk past
Without looking into the looking glass
