Night falls, darkness comes in
Quiet, silence creeps in
I am the moon
Lone and subtle light and
Twinkle, pretty starlight
Glowing, shining so bright
I am the moon
Giving from borrowed light and
I wonder what people see when they see me
Do they know?
That all I am giving are things that are not mine to own
They're not my own
So if I may boast
May I boast about the weakness I contain
That I don't own the words and tunes of each refain
That the light I give when everything is dark
Are all borrowed from the Maker of my heart
Questions with no answers
Trying to find the right words
I'll hold the pen
But I don't know everything and
Breathing phrases to life
Singing sweet, sweet lullabies
I'll hold the pen
But all these words aren't mine and
I wonder what people hear when they hear me
Do they know?
That all of these words aren't from me
They were never my own
Oh, these words are not my own
So if I may boast
May I boast about the weakness I contain
That I don't own the words and tunes of each refain
That the light I give when everything is dark
Are all borrowed from the Maker of my heart
Oh, nothing I can do will ever be enough
Nothing I can say can ever match His love
But I can try
Oh I can try
Until I look into His eyes
I'd say, if I may boast
May I boast about the weakness I contain
That I don't own the words and tunes of each refain
That the light I give when everything is dark
Are all borrowed, they're all borrowed
If I may boast
May I boast that I have nothing to my name
They can take it all and I'd still be the same
Still imperfect, but I'm still a work of art
'Cause all I am is borrowed
All I have is borrowed
All I am is borrowed from the Maker of my heart