Ripple

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