He writes the most beautiful things
Even in the dark, fireflies glow
and where rain falls, life flows.
He writes the most beautiful things.
Love hangs in the air, as two sit in silence
Hands held out, and clasped in defiance
where misery is overruled.
Eyes turned upward, by the smallest of care,
It doesn’t take much humanity, to bring about repair.
And he writes, the most beautiful of things.