• This heart
    it may be torn, weathered, and worn
    broken and bleeding,
    not always capable of seeing,
    but, it's mine to give

    These hands
    they're unsteady and rough,
    not always strong enough
    And they tend to give in
    to fit the mold
    even so, they are mind to hold

    These eyes,
    they're dark
    and have shed many tears,
    and have witnessed my greatest fears
    They do not shine like diamonds bright,
    but still, these eyes are mine

    And if you don't mind my tattered soul
    and gracing my lonesome door
    This girl
    all of me
    can be yours