Little Things

Crying out in your black night

Words of love, things you can't find

Whisper cries, will you stay there

Madness strong, shall it cure thee?

There'll be times of sweet soft dreams

There'll be times when your heart steams

But forgetting an old friend

Sounds of hope, that's the cure, and

Sitting in the rooms where happiness is real

Not expecting to see the man standing waiting at the door

He appears like the smile of a marmalade flash

Certain things happen, he's a Christmas Eve patch

Told him to leave, he's living there still

Can't help acting his anonymous will

In the mist of dreadful tears

Your mind will fade away

When the fallen leaves you see

Your faith can't help you go

But you'll meet many around

Trying all the time to find

The little things