Tonight, when the moon is high
And everything is quiet
I'll let the tears down for a while
Hoping to let go in style

You know I write
Even when it's not right
Because I can't do anything else
Than let the world see my place

For all the words I want to say But fail to speak
For all the songs I want to sing But fail to voice
For all the love I wish to give But fail to provide
For all the care I want to share But fail to show

Writers and poets are like water in the river
Sometimes it's calm, sometimes it's angry
Sometimes it's a lot that what we can carry
And other times, it's all that we can bury

So we write, because what else can we do?
I write, what else can I do?
I am a poet in a world where poetry is not seen
And all I pray for is to be seen, really seen

Tonight, I'll talk to my heart and wait for it to answer back
As I wait in the silence of the night for a comeback
I'll cry some tears and hope for some peace of mind
And somehow pray so that Hope is all I find