I jumped in a pile of leaves

Last week.

It brought out the little kid in me.

And when I sing, 

I feel nothing but free.  

So maybe it's the little things 

We do

Or the silly way we move 

When we dance to our favorite song

In an empty room.

Because in that moment,

It's not just a song.

It's the helmet

We wear to face the world.

It's the strength we need

When we're not strong.

For my life is not gold

My heart may grow cold,

But it's the simple things to behold

That we smile back on when we're old.

And I do not have riches.

I have no fancy car.

But it's holding my nephew which is

The most amazing thing

By far.