When I was a child
I use to hide away at the library
Surrounded by a plethora of words
I stumbled upon a little black book
With a red leather spine
It told me that monsters didn’t exist
And what will keep me awake at night
Are the things inside my head
Tempered words designed to melt hearts
I know it’s difficult, but crucial
Too be grateful not to miss
The anxiety and emptiness
That we all feel
And someday far away
On an ocean breeze
I’ll accept the love that I’ve always had

Well, I'm not sold on soulmates
But do believe in twist of fate
I don't believe in shootin' stars
But made a wish and here we are
But what if we're not meant to be?
What if dreams aren't meant for dreams?
I don't believe in being sad

I look in the mirror and see
Wrinkles impressed upon me
Some from good and some for bad
I've earned each one, I'm not sad

Each wrinkle tells a story
Some glad some gory
So many ups and downs
Caused the smiles and frowns

I gaze the mirror and ask
Is this really me I take to task?
How did time fly by so fast?
My life is set in wrinkles cast

Upon my face, I wear my life
My sons and dearest wife
Some happened in the fire
Some took form because it was dire

I prefer the ones that came from smiles
A raised brow to see for miles
A ripple around my face pointed up
I wouldn’t remove a wrinkle, it's been my cup

though my memories of you have faded
and i no longer remember the colors in your eyes
you will live forever in the pages of my journal
in my words, you will never die