Sunday: Borrowed words

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 sings along
I am just a beggar who gives alms

Chorus:
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 begger 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

–From Downhere- A Beggar Who Gives Alms

{ 2 Comments }

  1. I love this group. They are definitely my current favorite. I got a zune for Christmas and my first MP3 purchase was Downhere’s “Ending is Beginning” album. So many of their songs speak to where I’m at in my life, and their music is beautiful.

    Thanks again for sharing them with the blogging community!

  2. That is absolutely beautiful. Thank you for sharing!