Return again...

Return again to the little things
To fun to laughter and the heart that sings
Return again to those slower times
When thoughts could create the purest rhymes..

For our lives have become  so busy, so loud
We're stuck in  traffic; we're lost in the crowd
We've bartered our happiness, we've lost our way
The rush, the world, is manipulating our day

Return again to the little things
To fun, to laughter, and the heart that sings
Return again to those slower times
When thoughts could create the purest rhymes

It's true that we're wealthier; we have it all
But time in diminished;  encounters are small
We work and we work and we stick to the grind
At the end of the day what peace do we find...?

Return again to the little things
To fun, to laughter, and the heart that sings
Return again to those slower times
When thoughts could create the purest rhymes

Do we need  it so much to make our way:
The hours,  the anguish, the overloaded day?
How much is really needed: and what are our needs?
The world creates  answers,. and plants its own seeds..

Return again to the little things
To fun, to laughter and the heart that sings
Return again to those slower times
When thoughts could create those purest rhymes..

The Heavens, they're singing their lullaby
Soothing our spirits as the angels try
To call out within us and point out the way
Needs are not wants and the night is not day...

Return again to the little things
To fun, to laughter and the heart that sings
Return again to those slower times
When thoughts could create those purest rhymes...