I lay in bed wondering what it is that makes my days worth going on, Why the birds fly over head singing their songs,Why the sun seem brighter than yesterday. I go around my friends only to hear them make fun of how I've changed,what is it? Is there a joke no one wants to let me in on? I close my eye's to paint a picture using you as my muse,Your face as my canvas,your love as my inspiration then it all began to come clear. It wasn't that I'd never heard the songs of the birds outside my window,it was that now I've found time to stop and listen,The sun wasn't brighter the clouds moved so that I could see more clearer,my friends well they're the same,but I realized when i closed my eye's to paint my pictures,I was merely refocusing to see you better. I didn't know why things seemed different but now i know it was just you.
