There Are Times When You

In Wickedness Of Pride Is Lost The Light To Understand How Little Grace Is Earned And How Much Given.

Let There Be Songs To Fill The Air.

Wake Up To Find Out That You Are The Eyes Of The World.

Let My Inspiration Flow, In Token Lines Suggesting Rhythm, That Will Not Forsake Me, Till My Tale Is Told And Done.

When I Was Just A Little Young Boy, Papa Said Son, You'll Never Get Far, I'll Tell You The Reason If You Want To Know, 'cause Child Of Mine, There Isn't Really Very Far To Go.