It’s the little things in life
That make life worth living.
We carry a stranger’s smile,
Gesture of love,
Drops of tears
With us wherever we go.
We remember the first snowfall
in a new country,
The first dance in the summer rain,
Or the first rainbow in the western sky.
We remember who gave us a good meal
When days were bad,
Who uttered words of hope
When there was no hope,
Who held our hand and said,
“It’s okay, it’s okay.”
We remember the people,
Who made us laugh
And made us feel
That the world wasn’t a bad place at all.
We remember the blind man
We once met at a train station -
His white cane was his scepter.
He radiated hope, he emanated courage.
Yes, it’s the little things and experiences
That make life worth living,
Ask us to stand tall
And brave all the storms,
And tell us that the sun is there,
Right there... behind those gray clouds.
You may not see it now,
But it's there, there, right there.
That make life worth living.
We carry a stranger’s smile,
Gesture of love,
Drops of tears
With us wherever we go.
We remember the first snowfall
in a new country,
The first dance in the summer rain,
Or the first rainbow in the western sky.
We remember who gave us a good meal
When days were bad,
Who uttered words of hope
When there was no hope,
Who held our hand and said,
“It’s okay, it’s okay.”
We remember the people,
Who made us laugh
And made us feel
That the world wasn’t a bad place at all.
We remember the blind man
We once met at a train station -
His white cane was his scepter.
He radiated hope, he emanated courage.
Yes, it’s the little things and experiences
That make life worth living,
Ask us to stand tall
And brave all the storms,
And tell us that the sun is there,
Right there... behind those gray clouds.
You may not see it now,
But it's there, there, right there.
-W.K.
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