Sometimes, she needs to be alone
Making those changes in her head
Then sometimes she pours it on
Expecting everyone to understand that
She wanted to be a poet
She wanted to write the song
She hoped to be his one and only
Her whole life long
In the wake of the morning sun
It's time to push her dreams aside
Her reality is what she's become
Slowly she hangs her head to cry coz you see
She wanted to be a poet
She wanted to write the song
She hoped to be his one and only
Her whole life long
The years went by, the poet died
Her dreams for life are asleep inside
The children act out their precious demands and
Her free time is spent in the palms of their tiny hands
Once again she cries herself to sleep
She knows not where to go
Her reflections inside she keeps
Closing her eyes she spreads her wings
She wanted to be a poet
She wanted to write the song
She hoped to be his one and only
Her whole life long
Sometimes the days go by so slow
Sometimes she plants a seed to grow
Sometimes the world looks rather bleak
Then sometimes it just doesn't mean a thing
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The years went by the poet died
Her dreams for life are asleep inside
The children act out their precious demands and
Her free time is spent in the palms of their tiny hands
She wanted to be.....
She wanted to....
She hoped to be....
Her whole life long
Her whole life long
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