There's an infinite beauty in the simple
  things
But the world is too busy turning
  and arguing
  and working
  and grasping
  and chasing
The Big Picture Life and praying
  to the big man above
  for the big time job
  to make the big money
  to become the big men below
And the simple things go unseen
  as the bullets and bombs
  drop and fall around
  and the big men fall to the ground
  where they lay unable to make
   any sound
And those still alive cry and rage
  and burn new fires of hate
And now its this god vs that god
  and its all just excuses to keep
  the war machine turning and
  working and taking young lives
And time keeps moving though it
   would rather stand still than watch
   us ignoring the infinite beauty
   of simple things