If

If what's inside my head was one kind of weather, it would be rain.
although If my hart ever had a face, It would be smiling.

If my eyes could tell me what I see, I wouldn't have so much questions.
If I could decide when I want to listen, I wouldn't have to bother.

If my hands could speak, they'd tell you how many tears they've wiped away.
If my eyes could show you anything, they'd show you what I have to face every day.

But if my hart could sing, it would sing about those I love, the things I treasure.
If my feet could tell a story, they'd tell about all those million miles I've walked just to see you.

If my nose ever could show something as wonderful as the smell of you, It would show all those wonderful words you say to me, and It would show you.