Looking at this clearing in the woods,

I see a girl with a ponytail,

leaning against a tree

with a record player

sitting on the grass next to her.

Looking at this lonely park bench

I see an old man,

sitting there on this fall day

with a transistor radio in his hand

with no cares in the world.

Looking at that corner booth In the dinner,

I see two teenagers.

The boy, carving their initials in a heart

onto the table with a small pocket knife.

Advertising their love.

Looking into this quiet recording studio,

I see a young man,

with a book on his lap

and a guitar leaning against his leg

trying to tune everything out.

Through this looking glass,

I can see everything important,

everything I can't let people forget.

These simple things are what matter,

they're our lives...♥