To a son it is given
Some dusty strings from the wall
Fingers touch and he plays a tune
It's a mighty air
You know the heart is there (It hides)
From the outside
(And it shines)
From within A ready pen for a picture
Fine scribes lead the way
Focus lens, direct eyes that see
The gifted hands
Through timeless sands (It hides)
From the outside
(And it shines)
From within Second nature
Second nature
Second nature
Second nature When nature takes you for a stroll
Down an avenue with so much soul
Pleasure, gifts and the ornaments
The creation found, "In the moving cloud" (It hide, hides)
From the outside
(And it shines)
From within (The kind)
That keep holdin' on
(And it shines)
From within Second nature
Second nature
Second nature
Second nature
