These and.

And these lines on my forehead tell my age.
And these scars are just reminders.
And these eyes are the portraits of my past.
And these hands were strong at one time.
And these lungs are trying to heal.
And these lips have met others in times of need.
And these finger tips have wiped away tears.
And these thoughts still struggle.
And these dreams will always be mine.
And these feet want to make my way back to you and my heart wants to be the beat behind them.