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