Just a songwriter laying my heart on the line
Tellin' stories paintin' pictures with melodies and words that rhyme
People ask me how I do it what makes a lyric win
I say we all have inspiration I've seen it time and time again
I'm quick to take the credit for the songs that come my way
Knowing just above the paper I get help with what I say
Like brush strokes on white canvas colors merge with perfect blend
I'm applauded as the master and all I did was hold the pen
The songwriter lives within me and though he's never seen
He gives silent inspiration to my heart when there's a need
It ain't no job it's my conviction to convey the Maker's plan
So now you know the secret I'm just the one who holds the pen
It ain't no job it's my conviction to convey the Maker's plan
So now you know the secret I'm just the one who holds the pen