You

For a long time, I never express how grateful I am to have you peeps around. I think I ought to show the least of my appreciation. So, this goes out to you... who are you? If the words touched your heart, then, it's you.

You touch these tired eyes of mine
And map my face out line by line
And somehow growing old feels fine
Listen close for I'm not smart:
You wrap your thoughts in works of art
And they're hanging on the walls of my heart

You healed these scars over time
Embraced my soul, you loved my mind
You're the only angel in my life
The day news came my best friend died
My knees went weak; 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 edges may be rough
I never feel I'm quite enough
It may not seem like much, but I'm yours