Another life
Losing things
Precious things
Little things don’t cost a lot
He gave all
All those things
A precious ring
Brass don’t cost a lot
She turns her back
Says there’s nothing
No feeling left
Inside her soul
She gave too
Just as much
Not enough
To satisfy you
Standing in a church
Waiting for my life
It’s all I ever wanted
It’s perfect and it’s right
Standing in a church
Looking out for God
It’s times like these I’m down
I need someone around
Why tell me why
You let me love
Feel the rush of blood
From my heart right through my head
From all the things she said
A precious life
Losing little eyes
And precious words
An emotional haze
They see it all
All the little things
Hear the tiny words
Breaking the perfect days
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