story You touch me and I realize You are the prize Well I live by your faith and the comfort you give Heaven never made beauty so wise You are the prize
my story You touch me and I realize You are the prize Well I live by your faith and the comfort you give Heaven never made beauty so wise You are the prize
Paul Williams When a cold wind blows it chills you Chills you to the bone But there's nothing in nature that freezes your heart Like years of being alone
