The heart is not a toy
For the hands
Of a careless little boy
Who doesn't know
To love and keep it safe from harm
In his unsophisticated arms
The heart is not a toy
The mind is made of glass
A fragile window
To see into the past
And learn to grow
Sometimes the mind's a desert plain
That never ever sees the rain
Where water fails to flow
In a time of hopelessness
I call upon a name
It's not the one I used to call
It will never be the same again
My heart is turning from the past
To where it shouldn't go
Sinking slow to a burning hole
Or so they told me so
A house is not a home
When your heart
Is desperate and alone
But she is here
So my home is still a resting place
A palace made of love and grace
When she's in my home
Then the tears will fall again
Like raindrops on the desert plane
The desert of your soul
They told me there was something wrong
I had the remedy
Only the deserving heart
Has the privilege to see
When you just don't fit the part
You learn the words to say
And hope your eyes conceal the truth
You don't believe it anyway
The soul is not a tomb
I'll rise again
To the sound of my own tune
And I will know
That in my home of love and grace
My heart will find it's resting place
As long as she is in my home
Steven Heath - The Heart Is Not a Toy (Demo) Lyrics
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The heart is not a toy
For the hands
Of a careless little boy
Who doesn't know
To love and keep it safe from harm
In his unsophisticated arms
The heart is not a toy
The mind is made of glass
A fragile window
To see into the past
And learn to grow
Sometimes the mind's a desert plain
That never ever sees the rain
Where water fails to flow
In a time of hopelessness
I call upon a name
It's not the one I used to call
It will never be the same again
My heart is turning from the past
To where it shouldn't go
Sinking slow to a burning hole
Or so they told me so
A house is not a home
When your heart
Is desperate and alone
But she is here
So my home is still a resting place
A palace made of love and grace
When she's in my home
Then the tears will fall again
Like raindrops on the desert plane
The desert of your soul
They told me there was something wrong
I had the remedy
Only the deserving heart
Has the privilege to see
When you just don't fit the part
You learn the words to say
And hope your eyes conceal the truth
You don't believe it anyway
The soul is not a tomb
I'll rise again
To the sound of my own tune
And I will know
That in my home of love and grace
My heart will find it's resting place
As long as she is in my home
For the hands
Of a careless little boy
Who doesn't know
To love and keep it safe from harm
In his unsophisticated arms
The heart is not a toy
The mind is made of glass
A fragile window
To see into the past
And learn to grow
Sometimes the mind's a desert plain
That never ever sees the rain
Where water fails to flow
In a time of hopelessness
I call upon a name
It's not the one I used to call
It will never be the same again
My heart is turning from the past
To where it shouldn't go
Sinking slow to a burning hole
Or so they told me so
A house is not a home
When your heart
Is desperate and alone
But she is here
So my home is still a resting place
A palace made of love and grace
When she's in my home
Then the tears will fall again
Like raindrops on the desert plane
The desert of your soul
They told me there was something wrong
I had the remedy
Only the deserving heart
Has the privilege to see
When you just don't fit the part
You learn the words to say
And hope your eyes conceal the truth
You don't believe it anyway
The soul is not a tomb
I'll rise again
To the sound of my own tune
And I will know
That in my home of love and grace
My heart will find it's resting place
As long as she is in my home
Writer: Steven Heath
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