Ripple In the Wood Grain

If my art did go, out into the sunlight And my work, did show, with no use of light Could you see my thoughts, within the wood grain Would you hold it as dear, and want it for your own Will you hand it down, in chains unbroken Maybe they are best, left undone Well I don't know, and I don't really care I'll give my love, everywhere Ripple in the wood grain And, I, just can't carve it right Oh, Lord, what a sight I'll reach out my hand, if your walls are empty If your walls are full, put it somewhere else Let it be known, that it is your problem I'll make it for you, then your on your own There is no end, to the projects, envisioned I work through the day, and dead of night I don't mind, it's all the same The love is in mistakes, for which I am to blame Ripple in the wood grain And, I, just can't carve it right Oh, Lord, what a sight For those who know, it's an endless battle You strive to achieve, perfection for your own And if you do, then who is to notice If you know what I see, then you shall take it home -- Inspired the Grateful Dead song -RIPPLE- By Robert Hunter and Jerry Garcia.