the beggar who gives alms

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 sing 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