Poet
I guess
She was a rose with a hidden thorn
pleading with the sun, longing for the ocean
That's how she was born
yearning to be free
I guess
Like me, she couldn’t stand the kitchen
the dust, the heat, the flies
Perhaps no room could embrace
the horizon in her eyes
CHORUS:
They say she was a poet
a master of her craft
How sad I didn’t know the girl
beyond the paper heart
BRIDGE:
Seesaw, up and down
Sea sand in her ears, dark shells in her hair
Crushed by the memories of life
Seesaw, up and down
Moments of peace, months of despair
She laughed so much she cried
She lived to die
CHORUS:
They say she was a poet
a master of her craft
How sad I didn’t know the girl
beyond the piece of art
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