To a son it is given
Some dusty strings from the wall

Fingers touch and he plays a tune

Its a mighty air

You know the heart is there
It hides from the outside

And it shines from within
A ready pen for a picture

Fine scribes lead the way

Focus lens direct eyes that see

The gifted hands
Through timeless sands

It hides from the outside

And it shines from within

When nature takes you for a stroll

Down an avenue with so much soul

Pleasure, gifts and the ornaments

The creation found in the moving cloud
It hides from the outside
And it shines from within

The kind that keep holding on

And it shines within

Second nature