You can love me, but I must make me happy
You can teach me, but I must do the learning
You can guide me, but I will have to walk that path
You can coach me, but I must win that game
You can promote me, but I must be successful
And you can even pity me, but I will have to bear the sorrow
For the gift of love is not the food that feeds me
It is the sunshine that nourishes what I must finally harvest for myself
So if you love me, don't just sing me your song
Teach me to sing, for when I'm alone, I will need the melody
