If my words did sing with the voice of sunshine 
And my tunes were played on the harp unstrung 
Would you hear my voice come thru the music 
Would you hold it close as if it was your own? 

Itís a hand-me-down, the thoughts are broken 
Perhaps itís better left unsaid 
And I donít know, donít really care 
Let there be songs to fill the air 

Ripple is still water 
Where 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 hand of man 
 There is a road, no simple highway 
 Between the dawn & dark of night 
 And where you go, no one may follow 
 That path is for your steps alone 

You who choose to lead must follow 
But if you fall, you fall alone 
If you should stand, then whoís to guide you? 
If I know the way, I would take you home 
 
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