With That Of Love:

My eyes are tired
From too much sleep,
My lonely mouth
Says not a peep.

My ears they hear
But peace and quiet,
My broken heart
Is on a diet.

My frosted lips
Are frozen shut,
My hugging arms
Don't have no luck.

My hands are stiff
From lack of use,
My troubled soul
Is on the loose.

My two lost feet
Need new direction,
My unhappy face
Some complexion.

My cracked spirit
Need some stitches,
My poor self esteem
Need some riches.

For all of my problems
I've mentioned above,
They all are cured
With That Of Love.