My Heart
I sit here getting old and gray, wishing that I would have stayed.
My mind gets weak but my heart grows strong, because I know that my love for you was never wrong.
I sit here thinking, about my heart breaking.
And wishing that you were here, so you could hear the cry my heart is making for you.
My mind gets weak but my heart grows strong, because I know that my love for you was never wrong.
I sit here thinking, about my heart breaking.
And wishing that you were here, so you could hear the cry my heart is making for you.