The sun, moon, and stars
Working in harmony, mysterious and far
I live and see the surface but have a feeling something is under
I feel this feeling when I see a new born smile
Or when I think back to the days of youth, when me and you would run wild
Taking out the old photo ablum always hits the spot
So many insignificant occasions when me and my little sister fought
And you know how the little things turn out to be big
Those are the ones that you always come to miss
Undescribed these feelings
When underneath the whole picture, there's something unique I'm seeing
They're telling me there is no God to believe in,
When these are the places where He can be so easily seen in
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