She’s just sitting here with a small smile on her face.
Thinking bout how simple all this really is.
Stairing out the window wondering when it’ll be her day.
But to tell the truth every day is hers to own.
Somewhere in the back of her mind she knows she’ll be fine.
She gets what needs to be done, done.
But for now she’ll take it slow.
And enjoy it all as it comes by.
Because she knows as soon as she gets up,
It’ll all start to fly by.
Simple is as simple does.