Man In The Mirror

I used to sit on the stool
Watch him shaveIf my memory is right I was 7 or 8
In the eyes of a child he was no less than great
But time would prove any’thing could change
Cus’he was 2 old fashioned When I was 16
Not near as smart As my buddies an me
But the only friend I’ve grow up to need
Got called home jus shy of 63
Now the man in the mirror
Looks so familiar
He’s wearin that same crocked smile
Same lines of worry
Kids growin up to early & grey hairs from extra mouths
I thought I’d never see him agin
But little did I know I’d turn in
To the man in the mirror
Now I realise
Just how wise he was
Sometimes without talkin
He still taught us
His strong hands of justice
Would end with ay hug
He knew nothing was stronger
Than the power of love
I can truthfully say
That I know how he felt
Cus jus the other night
When my son needed help
When I fixed his little plane
With the one piece left
He looked at me in a way
I never saw myself
Now the man in the mirror
Looks so familiar
He’s wearin that same crocked smile
Same lines of worry kids growin up to early & grey hairs from extra mouths
I thought I’d never see him agin
But little did I know I’d turn in
I thought I’d never see him agin
But little did I know I’d turn in