Poet's Heart

When did I lose my voice?When did I make the choice to beliving so easy in the quiet?Too much of restless thinkingBut they say time is everything.You came and opened up the silence.So I lie awake,writing symphonies trapped inside me,But now I know, what you give to me,I'm living with the poet's heart, heartNow all the lights turned on and I'm never gonna stopAs the words come out, it's because