Testo Poets

Often nights have caught your tears
Throuh your restless thoughts and fears
Spoken through your hand
The pen commands

Little humor mixed with wisdom
The angles came to listen
How you would express the life God gave
Away
Your voice is lost in yestersday
Away
Here's what I learned
The poets die old
Cause poets die slow

(just a little more, just a little more time)

Sufferings and joy and struggles
Passionately white youre knuckles
Will you ever find the perfect world

Laying on your bed here waiting Looking at you while your fading
Wondering what more you have to say

Away
Your voice is lost in yestersday
Away
Here's what I learned
The poets die old
Cause poets die slow

Here's what I've learned
There's nothing more to say
Is what I learned
And it's all I got and say
What I learned
It's what I got to say
Is what I learned
That poets die slow