LITTLE THINGS

There’s a little ball of yarn
That’s unraveled itself
All the way to the ground
‘Cause the cat smacked it around
It’s just a little something that he’s found
It’s just a little something that he’s found

He is the feisty one
He is the simple one
He’s got joy between his paws
Little things that seem to get him lost

Can you come out to play
Is what they like to say
When he’s undone the string
Thinking of some other thing
Probably a bird without its wings
Probably a bird without its wings

He is the wishing one
He is the hopeful one
He’s got hunger on his brain
Little things just getting in the way

Taking a look back on that morn
He feels a little torn
Due to his selfishness
Distracting was that string of his
It may have unraveled all of his bliss
It may have unraveled all of his bliss

He is the sorrowed one
He is the saddened one
He’s got passion of the youth
Little things that always show the truth

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