Mending Your Heart
You told me your dreams,
You told me your heart;
It was once ripped at the seams.
You’re the art that has not yet been created.
Tomorrow has yet no mistake,
Tomorrow is definitely not fake.
I think we should be more,
your heart doesn’t have to be sore.
Do you need a little time;
I really want you to call me 'mine'
Do you get confused each night?
Confused between wrong and right?
I see tears rolling down your face,
You seem to be in space,
A world of your own,
Just don't call it home.
You keep trying to find your voice
All I want you to know is;
I'll be holding your hand the whole way.
Dreams; you got enough to have your say.
We'll take things one step at a time,
And even if it takes forever;
I'll make sure we're together.
You told me your heart;
It was once ripped at the seams.
You’re the art that has not yet been created.
Tomorrow has yet no mistake,
Tomorrow is definitely not fake.
I think we should be more,
your heart doesn’t have to be sore.
Do you need a little time;
I really want you to call me 'mine'
Do you get confused each night?
Confused between wrong and right?
I see tears rolling down your face,
You seem to be in space,
A world of your own,
Just don't call it home.
You keep trying to find your voice
All I want you to know is;
I'll be holding your hand the whole way.
Dreams; you got enough to have your say.
We'll take things one step at a time,
And even if it takes forever;
I'll make sure we're together.