October 25, 2011 Posted by bak in

BEAUTY IN THE SMALL THINGS

When I wrote this song, my eyes were wide open I felt that I had something to find I looked up in the sky, the clouds they all innocent Bundled in a heap of white

Sat down at the table, desperate for some warmth A cup of tea to clear my mind As I turned my head, to look outside the window I finally found what I was looking for

Paint a picture, the dots on the red spot Amongst the shades of green, funny as it seems The tiniest eyes looking back at you It aint about who’s bigger or better or smarter It’s the beauty in the small things

Held her hand and walked, the endless streets of stone Not a whiff of life it seemed Got my book and pen, void of inspiration Then it landed right in front of me

Paint a picture, the dots on the red spot Amongst the shades of green, funny as it seems The tiniest eyes looking back at you It aint about who’s bigger or better, no Take a look at yourself from the eyes of another It’s not even about who shouts louder It’s the beauty in the small things There’s beauty in the small things Gotta look a little harder