If my words did glow

with the gold of sunshine

And my tunes

were played

on the harp unstrung

Would you hear my voice

come through the music?

Would you hold it near

as it were your own?

It's a hand-me-down,

the thoughts are broken

Perhaps

they're better

left unsung

I don't know,

don't really care

Let there be songs

to fill the air

Ripple in still water

When there is no pebble tossed

Nor wind to blow

Reach out your hand

if your cup be empty

If your cup is full,

may it be again

Let it be known

there is a fountain

That was not made

by the hands of men

There is a road,

no simple highway

Between the dawn

and the dark of night

And if you go,

no one may follow

That path is for

your steps alone

Ripple in still water

When there is no pebble tossed

Nor wind to blow

You who choose

to lead must follow

But if you fall,

you fall alone

If you should stand,

then who's to guide you?

If I knew the way

I would take you home

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