I'm Yours
You touch these tired eyes of mine
And map my face out line by line,
And somehow growing old feels fine.
Listen close for I''m 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 though I may not look like much, I''m yours.
And though my edges may be rough;
I never feel I''m quite enough;
It may not seem like very much, but 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 best friend died,
my knees went weak; 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 edges may be rough;
I never feel I''m quite enough;
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,
I know I don''t fit in that much, but I''m yours.