Is my hand a fist?
And place yours in mine?
You whisper sentences carefully through all the noise
As if they were my sextant and compass
For the way you inspire me
You'll never stop
Is my earth a disc?
You make it round again
Show me in a quiet way
I want to put my head back
You put a helmet and a hammer in my hand
For the way you inspire me
You never stop it. on
For the way you inspire me
You'll never stop