The Little things in Life

That little thing called gravity 
Doesn't do much to hold on to me 
As I'm soaring through this galaxy 
An angel born without his wings

That little thing called eternity 
Does its best to frighten me 
As I'm confronted with my mortality
My heart is beating painfully

That little thing called love, you see 
Does it's best to shatter me
My hearts broken beyond capacity 
Just a stereo without the battery

Reviews

[Mary Bosworth]

Fabulously lush language! This is cosmic in quality! The imagery and rhythm is very moving

[Josh Anderson]

Thank you so much!