Heart of Mine

Every night I look towards the stars

And I wonder where you are

I wonder if you're far

Oh this heart of mine

Beats for your tired mind

On my own I have travelled far

On my own I have battled war

But on my own I look towards the stars

Oh this heart of mine

Beats for your tired mind

It's a form of grief

When one finds no words to speak

Oh oh this heart of mine

Beats for your tired mind

It's a form of grief

When one finds no words to speak

You mean the world to me

You mean to the world to me

Heart Of Mine - Lisa Crawley