heart of mine

They hand me money, but it doesn’t heal, I crave quiet nights, and stars that feels, Just a memory, a shadow, fading, Would you hold me close, while life keeps parading? They think it's money, that fills my need, but it’s my heart that aches, and my soul that bleeds. I long for peace, a silence deep, to drift through skies, and fall asleep. A place to rest, where nothing’s wrong, to be held close, to feel I belong. They don’t understand, they never could see, this ache in my chest, this need to be free. To be more than a thought, a passing face, to stay in your heart, to find my place. Would you hold me here in a memory’s