Im a poet.
He called to the crowd.
A young man, sure that all around
were blessed to hear his mating call.
Im a poet.
He sang to the sea.
A lone man sure that such beauty
could be praised by he or none at all.
Im a poet.
He spoke with a farm hand.
Sure his love keener for the land
And his fair words, the greatest harvest of all.
Im a poet.
He roared at her grave.
Sure that from his pain, lesser hearts were saved.
Still alone; not mighty but broken and small.
Im a poet.
On his deathbed he cried.
Knowing hed known no life as he died.
Wi
Im a poet.
He called to the crowd.
A young man, sure that all around
were blessed to hear his mating call.
Im a poet.
He sang to the sea.
A lone man sure that such beauty
could be praised by he or none at all.
Im a poet.
He spoke with a farm hand.
Sure his love keener for the land
And his fair words, the greatest harvest of all.
Im a poet.
He roared at her grave.
Sure that from his pain, lesser hearts were saved.
Still alone; not mighty but broken and small.
Im a poet.
On his deathbed he cried.
Knowing hed known no life as he died.
Wi
Im a poet.
He called to the crowd.
A young man, sure that all around
were blessed to hear his mating call.
Im a poet.
He sang to the sea.
A lone man sure that such beauty
could be praised by he or none at all.
Im a poet.
He spoke with a farm hand.
Sure his love keener for the land
And his fair words, the greatest harvest of all.
Im a poet.
He roared at her grave.
Sure that from his pain, lesser hearts were saved.
Still alone; not mighty but broken and small.
Im a poet.
On his deathbed he cried.
Knowing hed known no life as he died.
Wi