There’s Room In This Heart Tonight

How many times can I look in your eyes,
And say I have nothing to give?
And how many more times must I wake in the night
With dreams of the way that you live?

Well I can hear you crying in silence,
I can see you, lost in the dark,
And I am near you, turn to me now,
There's room in this heart tonight;

So many people all over the world
Are living in pain and despair,
And so many reach out for the hand that can help,
Still calling to nobody there;

Well I can hear you, crying in silence,
I can see you lost in the dark,
And I am near you, turn to me now,
There's room in this heart tonight;

There is a part of everyone
That cannot see and cannot hear, because we don't want to know,
But somewhere there's a bigger heart
that's reaching out for all of us, a place to go;

There are so many in life who need a helping hand,
Somebody who can heal the pain;

Yes I can hear you, crying in silence,
I can see you, you're lost in the dark,
And I am near you, turn to me now,
There's room in this heart tonight,
There's room in this heart tonight,
There's room in this heart tonight.

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