My hearts been broken
So many times before
Afraid to fall in love again
No knowing what's instore
But everytime I hear a knock
I pray it's you standing at the door
Your eyes have done something to me
The saw right to the core
You touched my arm, kissed my cheek
I wanted so much more
A journey through a broken glass
Of my soul, would you like a tour?
From the time I was a child
A shy and innocent kid of four
Or when I dreamed of dragons
And of the winds in wich they soared
Everythings seems so far away
My life rushed by - A blur
But my heart is fragile
So don't drop it on the floor
Treat it with gentle tender kindness
With three simple words I will be yours.

all text Copyright Cary Preston Richards, 1999