The world still listens to your tiny voice,
Even though it was not your choice,
Come on in from the treacherous world,
Come to see the dance and endless dancing twirls,
Forget who are are, or thought you would be,
Come and sit down for an hour or three,
Tell me your stories, of riches and rouges,
Tell me about how you impossibly chose,
Between a frightful fate and an endless dream,
For the rest of us its just endless screams.
