Forty

The mirror shows a face I don’t recognize, Lines of worry and doubt, no spark in the eyes. Chasing shadows of the man I used to be, Wondering if the future’s still waiting for me. When the years roll by and the nights grow cold, You find yourself wondering if you’ve lost your soul. Hitting forty with a heavy heart, Feels like the end, but it’s just the start. There’s a road ahead that’s still unwritten, Gonna take each step with a heart that’s driven. Every scar, every tear, a badge of the fight, In the dark, I’ll find my light. When the years roll by and the nights grow cold, You find yourself wondering if you’ve lost your soul. Hitting forty with a heavy heart, Feels like the end, but it’s just the start.