It's two in the morning
and I've tried to ask myself
"what keeps you awake?"
I didn't know the answer,
Yet I can feel it,
the heart of a poet,
it flows in my blood
it makes my soul alive

These words, These words
It should be kept deep in my heart
Yet a poet, screams everything
Through these words, these words
Nobody's going to understand
But if you have the heart of a poet,
Sure enough, you will.