Lyrics

There are no mystic jewels Embedded in my prose No moonlit haloed cherubs Perched on my piano No lyrics laced with pixie dust No angels sing along I am just a beggar who gives alms Gold and silver have I none But such I have give Thee Borrowed words from the One Who gave the gift to me The pearl that I could never buy This life, this dream, this song And I am just a beggar Who gives alms I am not the creator But a scribe with a pen I'm recreating visions through a Cracked and broken lens Only One has ever seen The home for which we long And I am just a beggar Who gives alms