[Verse 1] All poems tell a story, Triumphs and victories, Lost battles and defeats, Forbidden and secret stories. All poets hold in their heart Watercolors of a thousand colors, A faded, forgotten rose, A tender stolen kiss. 🎶 [Chorus] And words fly away into the night, Woven lights against the boredom. Written in the ink of pain, Every line is a beating heart. When the world trembles and fades away, Poetry remains and takes its rightful place. [Verse 2] All poetry is truth, It tells its full reality; Whether delicate and frail, Whether cruel or rebellious, Poetry never lies, It dares no judgment. 🎶 [Chorus] And words fly away into the night, Woven lights against the boredom. Written in the ink of pain, Every line is a beating heart. When the world trembles and fades away, Poetry remains and takes its rightful place. 🌉 [Bridge] All the most beautiful poems That we sow, That we sow in the wind, Know how to adorn themselves in gold and silver And cover themselves with fantasy To illuminate the rainy days. [Final Verse] To forget fear and tragedy, All poems have a soul. 🎶 [Chorus] And words fly away into the night, Woven lights against the boredom. Written in the ink of pain, Every line is a beating heart. When the world trembles and fades away, Poetry remains and takes its rightful place.
