As I rise in the early morning, thoughts dreadful of the day, when that person comes into your life, don't know how to act or what to say. Speechless and lost for words, a puppet on a string, putting thanks up above, for all the little things.
Strikes you with amazement, home run off the bat, close your eyes and wonder, do I deserve all that. Feelings are unexplainable, butterflies in a box, like freedom of a bird, that flies upon the flocks.
You find that true beauty, inside and out, yourself like the paperboy, dedicated to his route. Then you pray for forever, comes beauty with some wings, this blessing forever grateful, loving the little things. Place grace upon this angel, in heaven one day she'll sing, with growth all so beautiful, thanks to the little things.
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