Francis-Playing Fendson Guitar

Not asking for the glory, not needing to know why, Just glad to have planted a few songs in our lives. And if this world awakes, if it can find its way, Perhaps it will be changed by the songs we sing today. By every voice that whispers, “Nothing’s ever lost, Love can grow again, whatever be the cost.” And if we learn at last to live another way, To guard the weak and cherish life from day to day, Then animals and forests, the birds and rivers too, Will dance beside us underneath a brighter blue. And when the evening falls across the fields of gold, We’ll hear the children singing, the rivers as they flow. A distant guitar, a few notes upon the breeze… And the world, so gently, might finally become human