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I enjoy walking along the beach
Being in the open air
Wind blowing through my hair
Wet sand between my toes
It’s amazing
Well every year, when I walk along the beach, I like to look for seashells
Being in the open air
Wind blowing through my hair
Wet sand between my toes
It’s amazing
Well every year, when I walk along the beach, I like to look for seashells
I’m looking for the perfect seashell
You know the one
Beautiful color, no holes or chips
Big and bold
A seashell that hasn’t been beat down by rocks, or the surf, or beach goers
And when I find that perfect shell, I pick it up and put it in my pocket
You know the one
Beautiful color, no holes or chips
Big and bold
A seashell that hasn’t been beat down by rocks, or the surf, or beach goers
And when I find that perfect shell, I pick it up and put it in my pocket
Well now that I’m a father, I take my kids hunting for these seashells
And I quickly learned that I have to bring a bucket along because my pocket will no longer do the trick
You see my kids think ALL of the seashells are beautiful
They pick them up, one after the other
And I quickly learned that I have to bring a bucket along because my pocket will no longer do the trick
You see my kids think ALL of the seashells are beautiful
They pick them up, one after the other
And they say, “Look how pretty daddy”
“Ooh! Another one daddy!!”
I just laugh and tell them to put it into the bucket
Well I’ve recently started to think about that and what it means to me in the teal world
“Ooh! Another one daddy!!”
I just laugh and tell them to put it into the bucket
Well I’ve recently started to think about that and what it means to me in the teal world
You see, far to often...
We look at people in the same way
We look at others and think
They’re far too different
They’re far too broken
They don’t look like I think they should look
They don’t act like I think they should act
And we walk right passed them without hesitation
We look at people in the same way
We look at others and think
They’re far too different
They’re far too broken
They don’t look like I think they should look
They don’t act like I think they should act
And we walk right passed them without hesitation
We need to look at people like our kids look at seashells
They’re all beautiful
They’re all special
They all have value
We should pick them all up
We need to stop thinking everyone should fit a certain mold for them to have value
They’re all beautiful
They’re all special
They all have value
We should pick them all up
We need to stop thinking everyone should fit a certain mold for them to have value
Sometimes they just need you to give them a look, or a wave, or a hug
For them to live up to their potential
Use your childlike eyes to see the best in people
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For them to live up to their potential
Use your childlike eyes to see the best in people
Thank you for reading this far and if you found value, please go like, comment, and/or RT the first tweet
