Текст песни The Poet - Gluemind

In a humble room, where shadows dance
There sits a poet, with pen in hand
Paper's his canvas, words his art
In the world's symphony, oh he's a silent part
No gold to spend, no jewels to show
But his verses sparkle, 'cause they steal the show
Through broken panes, the moonlight streams
Guiding his thoughts, and fueling his dreams
He's a poet, a poet of the poor, a bard of the street
In his soul, there's a melody sweet
Mmmm mmmmm mmmmmmm mmmmm
Through the rain and through the cold
His stories untold, his dreams unfold
With every rhyme, with every line
He's painting pictures, divine and fine
No gold to spend, no jewels to show
But his verses sparkle, they steal the show
Through broken panes, oh the moonlight streams
Guiding his thoughts, fueling his dreams
He's a poet, a poet of the poor, oh! a bard of the street
In his soul, there's a melody sweet
He's a poet, a poet of the poor, a bard of the street
In his soul, there's a melody sweet
He's a poet