For he a poet can never lie br The sleepless night always cry br By the sound of bad blood seeking through the mined br One moon shines taking out the light br For he puts down what he loves most br Waiting for the time to heal his broken soul br Looking at the time of tears he shed br For he knew no to say but it was true he had to stop br Before it was too late br A poet writes what he feels and thinks br Should be right in time of speaking to the wise br For he had to stop for his lifebr br nic Leisurebr br