Little Things - Mark Sholtez

Weathered hands

Weathered soul

Stories that

Were never told

Little things

He never can

Take back

No polite

Wish for luck

He says

It's because

You can never tell

Which way luck

Will fall

No signs

No miracles

Just old debts

Old scars

Little things

He never can

Take back

Little things

You never can

Take back