She speaks the words of the heart,
That the lips may deny,
She cries the tears,
That someone else can't cry,
In her pen,
Words seem to take wings and fly,
To others dreams,
And away from dreams that die.
She hears the words that the heart keeps,
The poet speaks,
For all those who bare silent pain,
She speaks for the wind and the rain,
For all the babies before their birth,
She speaks for mother earth,
For the tears on someone's cheeks,
The poet speaks.
She has a heart that cares,
For those in the dark ,for all the unspoken prayers,
For the hope in those who dare,
And for those who's cross is to heavy to bare,
She prayers the prayer for peace,
She longs for war to cease,
And she believes in th moment to seize,
She hears the unsaid words, of nature,the birds and the tree,
Her voice is carried across land and sea,
She offers comfort to ease the heart,
She sees the light shine in the dark,
She knows what others need,
Sheds tears for those who bleed,
Plants love's seed,
Her eyes look deep.
She sees the tears others weep,
While others sleeps,
The poet speaks,
With echoes from a dark past,
And secrets of the past,
No questions asked,
Of tears others weeps,
The poet speaks