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The h and that wants to w rite c annot hold the p en
B lank p ages but I can r ead between the l ines
It's the h eart that tells the s tory every t ime
Y our w ords come o n the telep hone
When the m ind that knows its elf h ates to be al one
But h ard q uestions when tom orrow's always b lind
But the h eart will find the a nswers every t ime
C lear pictures of s weet d estiny
The d arkness may surround y ou
But s till the heart can s ee
I n ever t hought that l ove would come to s tay
It came k nocking at my d oor and it w ould not go aw ay
And n ow the p apers scatter on the f loor
Like a t housand unsaid w ords I've heard bef ore
It's the h eart that tells the s tory every t ime