[Verse 1 — Maryland] Fear was my first language, Sadness a constant thread Safety was a luxury Life’s been an incubator Growing seeds of hope and joy [Verse 1 — Don, answering] Life itself became the tuition, every hard road, every scar — Faint notes of intuition Seeing through the situation To trust illumination [Chorus — both, weaving] Wisdom’s not for saints or scholars, And not locked away, not out of reach — just a heart grown open enough to hear what Spirit came to teach. [Verse 2 — Maryland] Spirit, love and friends, Teachers I never knew to find — Rewiring this baffled mind. Loves become my song. Grace kept speaking softly Harmony’s become my home [Verse 2 — Don, answering] Till my heart could sing along. Every act of kindness, Every scene to see— Joy was always waiting, On the language of me [Chorus — both, weaving] Wisdom’s not for saints or scholars, And not locked away, not out of reach — just a heart grown open enough to hear what Spirit came to teach. Bridge — Don leads, Maryland answers] (Don:)Truth is whispered, (Maryland:) Never forced. (Don:) Love and Wisdom (Maryland:) Share one voice. (Both:) When my thoughts, (Don:) My words, (Maryland: )My hands agree, (Both:) Harmony begins in me. Wisdom’s not for saints or scholars, And not locked away, not out of reach — just a heart grown open enough to hear what Spirit came to teach. [Outro — both, quiet, trading lines] (Maryland:) Incubator, learning light — (Don:) baffled mind grown clear as day. (Maryland:) Every seed I couldn’t see — (Both:) bloomed into the language of me. (tag, Don alone) The language of me.
