There's a lot my friend that goes around these heads,
But dear sir you ask me something great,
Making a paper worth all my words,
May be my hands would give up to be.
Its a lot to put in words,
By the time one makes to paper; others are lost to my thoughts,
So may be one day...
I'll find my true listener, I would tell him all my fear
Then I'll let him be my judge
And he can put words to what he hears...