you touch these tired eyes of mine
and map my face out line by line
and somehow growing old feels fine
I listen close for im not smart
you wrap your thoughts in works of art
and they're hanging on the walls of my heart..
I may not have the softest touch
I may not say the words as such
and thought I may not look like much
I'm yours
and though my edges maybe rough
and never feel I'm quite enough
it may not seem like very much
I'm yours
you healed these scars over time
embraced my soul
you loved my mind
you're the only angel in my life
the day news came my bestfriend died
my knees went weak and you saw me cry
say im still the soldier in your eyes
