I like the rain on my face.
I like watching birds flying over the trees.
I like the sound of a piano.
I like the winding roads that lead to nowhere.
And the letters that make words.
And the smiles after the tears.
And when the sun rises to remind us that there are hopes.
And when my dog jumps full of joy every time I arrive home.
And when blue mixes with red to make purple.
And when Jesus answers my prayers.
And the stream of clear waters which run over rounded stones.
And the map which shows new places to discover.
And your voice speaking very slowly.
I like watching birds flying over the trees.
I like the sound of a piano.
I like the winding roads that lead to nowhere.
And the letters that make words.
And the smiles after the tears.
And when the sun rises to remind us that there are hopes.
And when my dog jumps full of joy every time I arrive home.
And when blue mixes with red to make purple.
And when Jesus answers my prayers.
And the stream of clear waters which run over rounded stones.
And the map which shows new places to discover.
And your voice speaking very slowly.