SHE'S A POET

A poet and her paper Sitting here beneath the stars And city lights shining Writing what is on her mind. She's the author of The story being told A story unfolding before your eyes You see. She is a poet, and she's really going places Big dreams of someday Being more then just a Stay at home girl. She's a poet a heart full of gold And words of hope to share and Love to give all the world yeah. She's a poet and this is her story Being told, a story that lasts forever I'm sure, she is a poet A poet and this is her life story. As the days are unfolding so is her Heart full of mystery but no regrets. As she sits beneath her favourite tree The sun shines on her The warmth of the sun shines rays Gently kisses her skin. She sees her life playing like an old time movie Slow motion and everybody is part of her show Yes, she is a poet a painter Of fresh and living colours Of a life seen from her perspective Nobody else can see it the way that She sees it all. For they all see it differently to her That's quite alright you know. Yes, she is a poet The poet that everybody has come to love But she don't see her own beauty And she don't want to have All of the attention for herself She knows the attention is not Rightfully hers yes, She is the poet, an ordinary girl Living an extraordinary world. She is the poet filled with love and All the living colours Humbled by grace upheld by love Gives me strength when I am weak She knows has always been there. It's a gift from up above It's the hands of God that keeps her strong It's the hands of God that keeps her going On and on and on. She is the poet, this is her song This is the story being told She is the author, this is her story She is a painter, she is the poet.