To a son it is given   Some dusty strings from the wall   Fingers touch and he plays a tune   It's 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