David Wilcox
Native Tongue
Truer words were never spokenYou picked them up when you were youngMaybe woven in a storyThat goes back to where you're fromTruer words were never spokenAnd for an audience of oneBut where you're healed is where you're brokenAnd God knows your native tongueSo build a bridge with what's behind youThe scattered pieces of your pastBuild it out over the chasmTo the promised land at lastStart a bridge with what's behind youAnd God picks up where you've begun'Cause where you look is where love finds youAnd God knows your native tongueSpoken words in AramaicSounds I wouldn't understandIn a local ancient dialectFor the people of that landNo little words can hold a candleLetras de cancionesTo the splendor of the sunThat can explain this world of wonderAnd shine the same on everyoneBut little words can hold a candleAll your own when darkness comesThey're just the size for us to handleAnd God knows your native tongue
From Letras Mania