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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 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
And 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 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 edges may be rough
And 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.


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