Little figurine You carry the weight of my dreams Put my faith in you, high hopes Light a match, become the poet Phoenix, set me on fire Burn all the schemes, all but one desire Take what's left, it'll rise again I'll let it in, I'll let it all burn Like a lion roaring from the flame Candle in the wind that can't be tamed I'll let the flare carry my pen and rule As I trade the piece of me that used to love you I'll trade your broken promises for prose and verses Melodies from ashes, rhymes outburst How it burns to part with a piece of the soul That's the fate of the poet Mmh, take these lips of mine that used to want you And I'll trade these broken arms that used to hold you, darling I'll let the flare carry my pen and rule A heart that bled for you sings so sweet and true A forever framed piece of our love to be told That's the fate, deep in the soul, the fate of the poet