The Little Things.
That wonderful thing that is you do you know what it is?
Are you even aware that is the selfless things, the little things,
the look the smile your grin thats you.
How come's you never share or dare to tell me what's within your lare
would I venture would I dare? what do you think? do you reckon I should?
or is it that you are mis-understood the thrill of the chase I know only to well.
but then it stops there and what is left is this how we, have kept things alive
like little bees in a hive and along comes disturbance and stirs things up,
Danger is immenent a chain reaction panic jealousy who are those outsiders
why can't they be happy for you and I?