Brooks Garth The Gift Lyrics

The Gift Lyrics

Your grand ideals are so close to all of ours
and for us all of this you
would do.
Yes, the sun illuminates your face.
Well, you might think - but
your mask of gold
still shows your eyes of coal.
Of course the moon throws
shadows on your face;
your cold mask wanes.
YouÕre wishing on, insisting
on a way
to wake to find a gleam of hopeful rays.
You might say that it
is my lack of faith and not your mistake.
Aside from right or wrong or who
is at fault, the end result-
a broken image that you canÕt hope to
mend.
You might try to adhere the pieces with your denial.
Is this your
gift to me?
Music &Lyrics ©1996 by Middle Earth
lyrics by David Lee &
Charlene Thompson