I've been a slave to your misery
So many things I want say to you
I hope you can see it's not that bad
But whatever I say isn't getting through
You have a roof over your head
And food to eat, you can pull down
Your pants and take a **** in peace
You have toilet paper to wipe your ***
Little things exactly like that.
Walking outside and feel a warm breeze
The sensation allows you to be
A part of the air
Seeing birds flying high upstairs
Touching the heavens with their wings
Knowing these moments won't come back
Little things exactly like that
Sitting down and looking at the raging river
Flowing from side to the other
Fish jumping and splashing around
Everything is on track
Little things exactly like that
Holding your daughter's hand
Soaking in the beauty on her face
The smile that comes across her lips
That everything feels at place
Knowing peace is so elusive
But right now there it is
Taking a hold of you
And making little more things
To be thankful for