(Verse 1) I come with gifts they might have never known, Teaching them to read among other seeds left unsown. I guide their hands, I share my insight, So their talents can be seen beneath the sun’s light. I show them the tools to carve their way, “Be the best you can be,” that I would convey. Where roughness lies, I refine, And polish gems until they shine. (Chorus) Diamonds cut diamonds, layer by layer, Together we rise, refined with care. A student grows, a master learns, No question should be spurned. Each path they find, each step they take, Grants me a glimpse of grace. (Verse 2) A steady heart, a trembling hand, A student now grasps what they barely understand. Their voice unsteady, their thoughts still obscure, Yet each attempt becomes more sure. I show them letters, I teach a song, Yet find myself where I belong. Their simple truths, their fresh ideas now complete, Illuminate what I couldn’t see. (Chorus) Diamonds cut diamonds, layer by layer, Together we rise, refined with care. A student grows, a master learns, No question should be spurned. Each path they find, each step they take, Grants me a glimpse of grace. (Bridge) I thought my edges sharp and clean, A flawless cut, a perfect sheen. But their raw brilliance carves me like stone, Their questions leave no thought alone. Each lesson shared, a turn, a twist, A brighter truth I could have missed. From hand to hand, the cycle flows, The master learns, the student grows. (Chorus) Diamonds cut diamonds, layer by layer, Together we rise, refined with care. A student grows, a master learns, No question should be spurned. Each path they find, each step they take, Grants me a glimpse of grace. (Outro) And one day soon, their time will come, The student leaves, their work begun. But I remain, still seeking more, A master shaped by those before. For diamonds cut diamonds, rough to bright, Sharpened together in the sun’s light. (Chorus) Diamonds cut diamonds, layer by layer, Together we rise, refined with care. A student grows, a master learns, No question should be spurned. Each path they find, each step they take, Grants me a glimpse of grace. (Outro) And one day soon, their time will come, The student leads, their work begun. But I remain, still seeking more, A master shaped by those before. For diamonds cut diamonds, rough to bright, Sharpened together in the sun’s light.