your heart it calls it beacons
for someone to warm it up
is hand you a sweater made with love
from my needle pricked fingers just to turn those sad lonesome eyes in to sunsets to turn a frown into a sunshine
there will me no more
suddenly from my lonesome will come a product of care
nothing can stop the barriers that have been put up have come crashing down
the flood of love has rocked your boat and taken you by storm
this can't be it
it was just a needle *****
it has to be harder than this