Threads
Words and music by Joe Ficklin


Instrumental Intro

(A* A)

A                  C         G                       E
Somewhere a man is writing a new song, full and complete.
    A                    G               D                     A
And somewhere a child is singing, with a voice that's pure and sweet.
A                     C           G                   E
Somewhere, across the ocean, in a land that's old and green
  A                    G             D                 A
A young girl is having visions for a world she's never seen.

(A* A)

Chorus:
        A                  C
	Weaving threads of harmony,
        G                 E
	Melding life with art.
        A           G
	No one is a symphony
            D                  A
	Yet each voice has its part.

(A* A)

A                C               G           E
Magic exists within us, it's the power to create.
    A                       G       D                    A
And magic, when shared with others, becomes our constant state.
A                  C        G          E
Magic, in measures given to humankind abroad
   A            G           D                A
Creation is the moment when we are most like God.

(A* A)

Chorus:
        A                  C
	Weaving threads of harmony,
        G                 E
	Melding life with art.
        A           G
	No one is a symphony
            D                  A
	Yet each voice has its part.

(A* A)

A                     C             G                 E
Every day we take our chances as we dance across this sand,
    A                        G                D              A
And every day, we sculpt the future with this clay at our command.
A                        C             G                        E
(And) Every day a war is raging in the heart that's filled with hate;
         A                   G                D           A
It's the conflict between destruction and the power to create.

(A* A)

Chorus:
        A                  C
	Weaving threads of harmony,
        G                 E
	Melding life with art.
        A           G
	No one is a symphony
            D                  A
	Yet each voice has its part.

(A* A)

A                    C           G                      E
Anything that we can dream of is something that we can do,
    A                G            D               A
And nothing can be a limit to the magic that's in you
A                    C              G         E
Any time when people gather and the energy is right
A                              G           D                  A
Then this art grows, and it connects us in shining threads of light.

(A* A)

Chorus:
        A                  C
	Weaving threads of harmony,
        G                 E
	Melding life with art.
        A           G
	No one is a symphony
            D                  A
	Yet each voice has its part.

        A             C
	Creation is a mystery--
        G               E
	Learning how to fly,
        A                       G
	Stretching back through history
            D                A
	And reaching for the sky.