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