There are no mystic j**els, embedded in my prose
No moonlit haloed cherubs, perched on my piano
No lyrics laced with pixie dust, no angels sings 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 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