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At A Loss For Words
What is a poet who loses their words?
A tale, a story that cannot be heard
The rhythm is right, the writing is wrong
What is a singer who can’t sing their song?
A poet can watch the centuries away
Losing their words, they’ve got nothing to say
What is an artist who pours out their paint?
When is an angel no longer a saint?
We rewrite our rhymes, we rework our verse
We grasp for the words, for better or worse
We fear for the day that our lyric dies
Shake hands with our song, and say our goodbyes
What is a poet who loses their words?
One day it will happen: We won’t be heard
A tale, a story that cannot be heard
The rhythm is right, the writing is wrong
What is a singer who can’t sing their song?
A poet can watch the centuries away
Losing their words, they’ve got nothing to say
What is an artist who pours out their paint?
When is an angel no longer a saint?
We rewrite our rhymes, we rework our verse
We grasp for the words, for better or worse
We fear for the day that our lyric dies
Shake hands with our song, and say our goodbyes
What is a poet who loses their words?
One day it will happen: We won’t be heard
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