There is a creative work of art, a poem, a song, or a dance in everyone. Our job is to find them and the joy they bring, and to share them with everyone we meet.
These words are mine
But I’m sharing them with whomever will listen
Keeping terms above suspicion
Well in tune
On time
And on my mission
These notes are mine
But I’m sharing their motivation
With whoever will move
I’m tired of sharing shadows
Sharing doubts and fears
It’s time to pass along some faith and hope
I’m tired of only spreading tears
These words are mine
But I want you to make them your own
You will only harvest
The seeds your hands have sown
When you get tired of sharing shadows
You can step out into the light
Find your faith and grow your hope
A brighter day can follow any dreadful night
These words are mine
But I want you to make them your own
You will only harvest
The seeds your hands have planted
And that your heart has grown
