Perhaps you can't walk
On water, but do not fret, boy,
You've much to offer.

If I drop some coins
Into your emtpy hat
Will you give me
A smile at last?

Rise high please,
To your naked feet
Strum the chords
Nice and slow
And sing the song
Of your
Sorrow.

Maybe your voice sounds
So weary, but your expression
Is necessary

So

Rise high please,
To your naked feet
Strum the chords
Nice and slow
And sing the song
Of your
Sorrow.

Did no one ever tell you--
Sharing all your burdens
Makes them easier to carry?
So share them, yes all of your
Burdens,
With me.

And as the coins drop
Promise me this:
No more will you tuck your chin
No more will you sit and sigh
Questioning your place
In life.

Today marks the demise of this
Forlorn little boy--
Rise higher, higher,
Yes stand--
You're a boy no longer, You're
A man.

High on your naked feet,
Voice echoing
Through the empty streets
It is here I determine...
You deserve it, yes, you've earned it,
Your standing
Ovation.