The Poet

Little figurine
You carry the weight of my dreams
Put my faith in you, high hopes
Light a match, become the poet

Phoenix, set me on fire
Burn all the schemes, all but one desire
Take what's left, it'll rise again
I'll let it in, I'll let it all burn

Like a lion roaring from the flame
Candle in the wind that can't be tamed
I'll let the flare carry my pen and rule
As I trade the piece of me that used to love you

I'll trade your broken promises for prose and verses
Melodies from ashes, rhymes outburst
How it burns to part with a piece of the soul
That's the fate of the poet

Mmh, take these lips of mine that used to want you
And I'll trade these broken arms that used to hold you, darling
I'll let the flare carry my pen and rule

A heart that bled for you sings so sweet and true
A forever framed piece of our love to be told
That's the fate, deep in the soul, the fate of the poet



Credits
Writer(s): Ginne Broch Marker
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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