Lyrics

The Poet

He fell in love with words, can't quite remember when,
Dictionaries and shelves of books became his closest friends
Misunderstood and shy, the others passed him by
'Til the One disguised as teacher spoke and gave him wings to fly

The gentle voice of wisdom speaks through him,
With simple marking pen, writes from deep within
Words like fragrant oil soft and smooth
Meant to heal and soothe, the many weary travelers' wounds

He's in love with words, yet speaks infrequently
He waits until the page of time is turned and sets them free
With craftsmanship and skill, he shapes exquisitely
Rivers from their bursting banks into prose and poetry

Words glide down from where the thunder hides
Where truth and dreams collide, and to the soul confides
The secrets and the sacred mysteries, profound philosophy
That only yearning hearts can see

Bridge:
And he's in love with me
And proves it with his loyalty
He shows it often silently
Yet I know it undeniably

He fell in love with words.