What's the trouble?

I touch my leg, no, not a hurt is there
I touch my arm, no, not a hurt is there

My body would seem fine as I sit here
But oh, today I think there is a tear

There is a tiny tear and it stands apart
'Cause it's in my heart! How did that start?

The Lord is the only one to really know
He's not to blame but all from him does flow

Time will heal as I sift this tear through
And change color gradually from a misty blue!