Videoclip The Script I'm Yours

You've touched these tired eyes of mine 
And mapped my face line by line 
And some how growing old feels fine 
I listen close for I'm not smart 
You wrap your thoughts and works of art 
And there hanging on the walls of my heart. 
 
I may not have the softest touch 
I may not say the words as such 
And though I may not look like much 
I'm yours. 
 
And though my edge is maybe rough 
I never feel I'm quite enough 
And it may not seem like very much 
But I'm yours. 
 
You healed these scars over time 
And braced my soul, you loved my mind 
Your the only angel in my life 
The day the news came, my best friend died 
My knees went weak, and you saw me cry 
Say I'm still the soldier in your eyes. 
 
I may not have the softest touch 
I may not say the words as such 
And though I may not look like much 
I'm yours. 
 
And though my edge is maybe rough 
I never feel I'm quite enough 
And it may not seem like very much 
But I'm yours. 
 
I may not have the softest touch 
I may not say the words as such 
And though I don't fit in that much 
But I'm yours.