And mapped my face line by line
And some how growing old feels fine
I listen close for I'm not smart
You wrap your thoughts and works of art
And there hanging on the walls of my heart.
I may not have the softest touch
I may not say the words as such
And though I may not look like much
I'm yours.
And though my edge is maybe rough
I never feel I'm quite enough
And it may not seem like very much
But I'm yours.
You healed these scars over time
And braced my soul, you loved my mind
Your the only angel in my life
The day the news came, my best friend died
My knees went weak, and you saw me cry
Say I'm still the soldier in your eyes.
I may not have the softest touch
I may not say the words as such
And though I may not look like much
I'm yours.
And though my edge is maybe rough
I never feel I'm quite enough
And it may not seem like very much
But I'm yours.
I may not have the softest touch
I may not say the words as such
And though I don't fit in that much
But I'm yours.
You've touched these tired eyes of mine And mapped my face line by line And some how growing old feels fine I listen close for I'm not smart You wrap your thoughts and works of art And there hanging on the walls of my heart. I may not have the softest touch I may not say the words as such And though I may not look like much I'm yours. And though my edge is maybe rough I never feel I'm quite enough And it may not seem like very much But I'm yours. You healed these scars over time And braced my soul, you loved my mind Your the only angel in my life The day the news came, my best friend died My knees went weak, and you saw me cry Say I'm still the soldier in your eyes. I may not have the softest touch I may not say the words as such And though I may not look like much I'm yours. And though my edge is maybe rough I never feel I'm quite enough And it may not seem like very much But I'm yours. I may not have the softest touch I may not say the words as such And though I don't fit in that much But I'm yours. Explain Request ×
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