Do you see the little people?
They come on the morning dawn
Bringing their blessings anon,
Carried on wings of love
They come from high above,
To bring to you the freshness of a new day
And the hope of a new way,
For you must believe in this little thing
That all your loves take to wing,
Only for the hopes that you will not follow
For they know that this world would be hollow,
And in your warm embrace
We come face to face,
With beauty of the purest kind,
A love that is meant to shine. |