Just a songwriter laying my heart on the line Tellin' stories paintin' pictures with melodies and words that rhyme People ask me how I do it what makes a lyric win I say we all have inspiration I've seen it time and time again I'm quick to take the credit for the songs that come my way Knowing just above the paper I get help with what I say Like brush strokes on white canvas colors merge with perfect blend I'm applauded as the master and all I did was hold the pen The songwriter lives within me and though he's never seen He gives silent inspiration to my heart when there's a need It ain't no job it's my conviction to convey the Maker's plan So now you know the secret I'm just the one who holds the pen It ain't no job it's my conviction to convey the Maker's plan So now you know the secret I'm just the one who holds the pen