Song Lyrics (v.3)

Another birthday, years fly by,
But in my soul lives an eternal poet.
"Why do you write?" — you ask, my eye,
Drowning in stanzas, like in dawn's glow, I know it.
So ancestors could see how I create,
Generations of the coming days,
That in a simple word I sing of fate,
Among my ordinary weekdays.

Like Angry Birds, you rush up high,
But no Jedi sword is in your hand.
You want to influence, without a lie,
You know that heart's worth more than all the land.
Let someone else have smooth sailing ahead,
While you whisper: "I can do it too!"
For in each of us a secret's bred,
To walk toward our goal, breaking through.


Underestimate? No, that's not the case,
Every verse of mine is my own flight.
Let the world not notice, call it "no grace,"
My muse through the years only shines more bright.
And on this day that fate has given me,
I look at the world that surrounds my way.
And I know that the heart's the hero, you see,
And it leads me forward, day by day.


Through the fog and through the rain,
Through the doubt and through the pain,
I will write, I will create,
This is my dream, this is my fate.


Like Angry Birds, I rush up high,
No Jedi sword, but words I wield.
I want to influence, I won't deny,
My heart's the treasure, my strongest shield.
Let others have their perfect way,
I whisper: "I can do it too!"
For in my soul a secret stays,
To reach my dream, to see it through.

(Soft, reflective, fading)

So I'll keep writing, line by line,
Through every season, every year,
My words are stars that always shine,
My poet's heart forever here.

The pages turn, the ink will flow,
The dream lives on, it will not die,
For every soul who seeks to know—
The poet's dream will never say goodbye.