I want to hear your words, your songs, your art
Don't go away before you have a chance to start
to open up, to share the quaking soul;
I ask, pour out your heart into my bowl.

Your might think that you don't have much to give,
But what a gift to know that you still live.

Give me your thought, and speak a sparkfull word.
Forget the dark, the sullen and absurd.
We have a minute and then we are done,
So why not breathe and have a little fun?

I don't know if I can make a decision while you still have a right eyebrow.