Turns out, it’s all about the little things… Clouds rolling by and birds that sing…. turns out these mean everything…
Turns out it’s just a friendly talk… taking your son or daughter on a nice long walk.. be with the one you love on a front porch swing… you can find it all in the little things…
Do you remember your first loves kiss?… Thinking how life could never be better than this… soaring high like you had wings… ain’t nothing quite like the little things…
Do you remember when ‘that’ dog died?… you were so young, how you cried.. sometimes life can feel really mean… yet you’ll always treasure the little things…
Do you remember Sunday School… how all your friends called you a fool?.. because when you were in church you just had to sing…and thank the Lord for the little things…
Do you remember your dad telling you.. “Son, you can be anything you want.”… as you both sat by the river in deep thought… finally it came to you, and you gave words wings…”Dad, seems I stay all caught up in the little things.”
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