David, do you know?
My sweet friend, do you know what you do?
Your Voice surrounds us like a blanket of warmth, and slowly… lovingly…
It softens the hardened shells that cover our hearts.
My dear friend, do you know what you do?
You sing and we weep. We weep to wash away the blackness that hides our souls. And when the weeping is done, we are shiny bright.
My sweet David, do you know what you do?
Your Voice carries us to that place of golden fields where love abounds, and where riddles find a reason for the world to be.
Who is this young man but a beacon of light to those who see it, a whirlwind of love to those who feel it, a voice that vibrates the soul to those who hear it.
David, do you know… do you know?