Its in the small things

Its in the small things that we see it
I hear the song
I remember the pain

Its in the lyrics
I see their face
I feel my tears

I hear those voices
All the laughter

I remember the happiness
Sometimes the pure joy in their faces
It makes me cry

Then I remember tears
The feeling of pain

Not the physical
But the mental

Its in the music that I hear
The beat of the music

The rhythm of the beat slowly
Grows my pain and tears

It lets me remember

Its in the small things that we see it.