When my heart’s feeling broken
and my spirit’s lost its wings
When the road is full of puddles
and my step has lost its spring
There is someone there to count on
who repairs my broken heart
and gives me wings to fly
and I make a brand new start
A special one who doesn’t judge me
or criticize the things I do
Someone who makes me take a look
and see me through the eyes of you
When this happens I am lifted
to a place that’s far above
from the darkness to the light
to a place that’s full of love
When I see me through your eyes
things are really not so vile
I thank God for you, my friend
as my frown becomes a smile
Monday, September 1, 2008
EYES OF A FRIEND
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