If my own words could glow like sunshine
And my tunes could be played on harps unstrung
Would my voice come through the music?
Would you hold it near like it was your own?
To hand me down, my thoughts are broken
And they may be better, better left unsung
I don't know, don't really care
Let there be songs to fill the air
Ripple in still water
But there is no pebble tossed
Or wind to blow
Reach out your hand if your cup is empty
If your cup is full, it may be full again
'Cause it is known there is a fountain
That wasn't made by the hands of man
There is a road, no simple highway
Between the dawn and dark of night
And if you go, no one will follow
That path is for your steps alone
Ripple in still water
But there is no pebble tossed
Nor wind to blow
If you should stand, then who is to guide you?
If I knew the way, I would take you home
Lyrics provided by LRCLIB
