PROPHET AND POET

I made some peace with never will be
Shall I bless the prophet who puts the poet to sleep
Yesterday I'll visit no more
The prophet just slipped out my back door

Even the rain can't wash away

What the prophet won't let the poet say

One knock at the door changes everything

The prophet prays when the poet reigns

 

I surrender to the rain song that woke up my dream

I surrender to the pain that was born in my veins

Rock the baby, walk the floor

The prophet and poet are friends no more

 

No more knocking on doors that won't open

Tired of leaning on hope and chocking

No more songs so my hands can rest

The violin's silenced at the prophets request

 

I made some love with a ghost from the past

The prophet sleeps, sweet dreams at last

Time has came to set the poet free

We'll wake the music from its reverie

We can be who we want to be

Hush, don't wake the prophet

He makes the poet grieve

Puts his words to sleep