MY REWARD 

WRITER AUSTIN ROBERTS



Heartaches and tears, so many wasted years Is that my reward for loving you While I played fair, your heart roamed everywhere Is that my reward for being true. We told our old gang, of wedding plans for spring But the choir never sang, and the Church bells didn't ring Now you laugh and joke, about the heart you broke Is that my reward for loving you. Heartaches and tears, so many wasted years Is that my reward for loving you While I played fair, your heart roamed everywhere Is that my reward for being true. We told our old gang, of wedding plans for spring But the choir never sang, and the Church bells didn't ring Now you laugh and joke, about the heart you broke Is that my reward for loving you. Is that my reward for loving you...