The heart
Ashamed and shy she passes by wearing a dress made out of rags
But I put this all aside as I love her for her smile
And her heart which is loving and tender
She avoids my eyes when she passes by for she thinks she isn't worthy of my attention
But I try to grasp her hand and to make her understand
It's just the mind that is telling I'm against her
But I try to grasp her hand
For I hope she'll understand
It's not the sight but the heart I will remember