Some times its easy to miss a moment,
The one you could have smiled,
But chose to spend in torment,
A memory inside, resides in the midst of our joy that is stacked like a pile,
Its a cost we pay for missing the little words,
The one that can save a life, curve a smile and warm a face from its sadden folds,

I like you,
I miss you,
I love you,
Im sorry,

The kind that can take away all the worries,
Calm the storms that hit our hearts,
Raise our knees from dust to glory,
The kind that you owe me,
The one that I owe them,
Rekindle an torn life to a brand-new,

So next time you see me,
Head down to my heart beat,
Forget the gifts, and charms of how you sing,
Forget the plans of how u can make it turn,
Just tell me the words,
The little ones.