A rock brought in by a child
Bearing a gift for me
With a proud smile on their face
Thinking this is the best thing I’ve gotten;
They would be right.
When he loves you
So he tries his best
To tell you
What he is feeling.
He’s clamoring over words
And your heart
Is about to bust out of your chest.
The first car
That was all mine
Paid for with my money;
The feeling of freedom as I drove it
Thinking about taking it everywhere.
It isn’t the big things in life that matter at all
It’s the little things along the way,
The things we remember
Or our lasts.