THE POET
This is the story, the life of a poet
A story, a mystery just waiting to unfold
All the colours of love coming through
Awaiting to burst at the seams of a heart
Forever longing for something more
The only hope that she's ever known.
An ever changing life and
A heart that is full of gold, hidden treasures
Hoping for the day when everybody will see
The life of a poet, this is her story
This is her life yeah, this is her life song
She keeps singing it loud for all to hear
This is the story of a girl
Who's looking for more than just existing.
This girl longs to be loved
Someone special to hold her hand
And never let her go
This poet, this poet she is me.
I'm the poet spoken of here in this story
I'm the poet with big dreams
A blank canvas, ready for all the colours
Someday I'll be heard and no longer ignored
Or pushed to the back of the crowd
No longer a stranger.
This poet, this poet she is me
This poet she is me.
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