All the light I do not see Brightens someone else’s scenery Shines on their path to center stage Where the next line calls from an unturned page All the words I sometimes speak Are tales my children often seek The stories spring from memories That they alone can bring from me All the light – shines on your center stage All the words – are your tale for your own day All the songs – are light and love in your symphony All the songs I will not sing Come together somewhere in the halls of our King For strangers like us form the symphony Gives voice to the light we can finally see All the light – shines on your center stage All the words – are your tale for your own day All the songs – are light and love in this symphony