The heart wants what the heart wants I hear you’ve been gone for a day , a week ,a month, 10 years, but your voice still rings clear in my ears.

Your physical presence I no longer see, but i have visions in memory of when you were near, those precious moments in which you were here.

The heart wants what the heart wants they say you’ll live deep inside mine for the rest of my days and when mine stops beating I wont fear to die for i know you’ve beem waiting and again you’ll be nearby.