X My Heart

 

Many X'sAny way you cross it – high, low or just so,

The X’s and the O’s

Will cut across, will cut right through

This heart that once beat only for you.

Any way you cross it – low, just so or high

The tears from the O as we cry

Will stream down, will soak through

Wondering what on earth to do.

Any way you cross it – just so, high or low

The X’s won’t reveal the secrets known

That will build up, break down, pierce through

This friendship that stays strong for you.

 

Cross my heart.

Please, don’t lie

As we go through the by and by.

Cross, my heart.

It may die

With the passing of the tide.