We All Have Songs

The lines in the face
Tell a story.
The lines in a face
Sing a song
The lines are a keepsake
Of moments gone by,
Choices we made,
Right or wrong.

And we earn our lines
From our stories.
We learn our lines
From our songs.
Trace the patterns,
And our stories unwind
Who we are
Is in the lines
Left behind.

We all have songs.
We all have stories.
We all have good times
And times when things go wrong.
And that's life--
The heartache and the glory.
The heartbeat of life
Is in our stories and our songs.

A smooth young face
Holds a promise.
Of stories that are waiting
To be told.
Places for laughter,
For tears to be cried
Places for life to unfold.

And an aged face
Holds a treasure
That only the seekers shall fine.
And is anybody there
To learn the song
That the music of life
Might be passed along?

We all have songs.
We all have stories.
We all have good times
And times when things go wrong.
And that's life--
The heartache and the glory.
The heartbeat of life
Is in our stories and our songs.

And the melodies begin
In a baby's first cry
And the harmonies blend in
As the years
Go passing by.

We all have songs.
We all have stories.
We all have good times
And times when things go wrong.
And that's life--
The heartache and the glory.
The heartbeat of life
Is in our stories and our songs.
The heartbeat of life
Is in our stories and our songs.