A poet makes his mark
So gently ink dripping dark
The feather makes a stroke
But what is there to write about
Our poet contemplates
While staring out at the gates
Ice dripping from the bank
It's as cold as it gets
Brings wonder to my eyes
To hold a song that is mine
It comes as no surprise
There's a guide in this life
Now grey clouds, thunderclap
The snow melts, clears a path
You've always held the map
It's as old as it gets
It's as cold as it gets
It's as cold as it gets
Anya Solo - Guitar in 7 Lyrics
Anya Solo - Guitar in 7 Lyrics
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A poet makes his mark
So gently ink dripping dark
The feather makes a stroke
But what is there to write about
Our poet contemplates
While staring out at the gates
Ice dripping from the bank
It's as cold as it gets
Brings wonder to my eyes
To hold a song that is mine
It comes as no surprise
There's a guide in this life
Now grey clouds, thunderclap
The snow melts, clears a path
You've always held the map
It's as old as it gets
It's as cold as it gets
It's as cold as it gets
So gently ink dripping dark
The feather makes a stroke
But what is there to write about
Our poet contemplates
While staring out at the gates
Ice dripping from the bank
It's as cold as it gets
Brings wonder to my eyes
To hold a song that is mine
It comes as no surprise
There's a guide in this life
Now grey clouds, thunderclap
The snow melts, clears a path
You've always held the map
It's as old as it gets
It's as cold as it gets
It's as cold as it gets
Writer: Anna Solodky
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