Neighborhood Watch:

To all of my neighbors
Up or down the street,
I'm always on the search
To turn up my heartbeat.

My heart is like a house
It's a split double wide,
Made entirely out of glass
There's nothing here to hide.

It's filled up to the rafters
With nothing except for love,
So the only one that's home
Is the man that's up above.

It's built with bits of kindness
And raised with lots of care,
For just that special woman
I'm willing to love and share.

All those poor little feelings
Which all memories are made,
They all stay to theirself
Behind closed window shades.

Because the words I love you
Have never graced my doors,
Muchless have never walked
Across all my empty floors.

The porch light is still burning
In my heartshaped little house,
With hopes in the near future
That God sends me a spouse.

At this moment I'm on watch
Across my quiet neighborhood,
For the slightest little movement
That will do my heart some good.