=tomorrow=

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
i never fell i'm quite enough
it may not seem like very much
but i'm yours
you heal these scar over time
embraced my soul , you loved my mind
you're the only angel in my life.......

SONG BY THE SCRIPT = I'M YOURS =