The Value of a Penny

There once was a penny, it was shiney and new  
Someone threw it into a fountain and their dreams came true  
I saw it lying in the street the day I first met you  
And suddenly all my gray skies then turned to blue  
 
I carried that penny in my pocket for many years  
Through all our trials and all my tears  
I held it in my hands when I said my prayers  
Then dropped it to the floor when my dreams turned to nightmares  
 
It rolled underneath the bed and has remained out of sight  
Until I was vacuuming and found it the other night  
I smiled when I saw it, my smile bright  
I’ve learned since you not to hold on so tight  
 
So into my pocket that penny will go  
To remind me that love doesn’t have to end up on my tear stained pillow  
It has to be held onto loosely so it has room to grow  
And just like this penny in my pocket, the value of love value depends not on what I do with it later but what I do with it now