How I miss the little things
The subtleties of life
Sitting 'round a dining table
Forgetting hardships and strife

Just the sound of laughter
My, those were the days
When the world was full of colour
Not hidden in a haze

Or a simple hug
And a finger breaking handshake
How I miss the little things
The tears make me quake

I pray for the little things
To return to a sense of norm
But I know I have to make due
To weather out the storm

So if you're missing the little things
Here's what we'll do
We'll keep the sunshine bright
In every little thing we do