My friend Taylor she´s an angel
Ten years old and beautiful
She´s a living, breathing miracle
And she proves it everyday
´Cause the odds were stacked against her from the day that she arrived here
And the doctors told her mom and dad she´d always be that way
And I confess when I first met her
I was thinking life´s not fair
But then she wrapped her arms around my neck
And it all became so clear

God bless the last ones

One day Taylor sent me a picture from her Special Olympics race
And I could tell just by the looks of it she was coming in last place
But she crossed that finish line with a smile upon her face as if to say

God bless the last ones

Maybe the last ones are the lucky ones
The ones who got this whole thing figured out
´Cause when they go looking for something beautiful
They start looking from the inside out

On our way into the restaurant we passed a homeless man
He was half drunk and half asleep with a paper cup in his hand
And I confess when I first saw him I was thinking life´s not fair
But then Taylor reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck
And it all became so clear

God bless the last ones

I wish we could all be the lucky ones
The ones who´ve got this whole thing figured out
Maybe the next time we go looking for beautiful we´ll try looking from the inside out

God bless the last ones