People hiding from sound
will listen to a bear roar
It's rival can be found
The writer takes more.
The questions get answered
by the leaves of a bush
and the looks of some eyes
It's the writer, his push,
that gives way to your rise.
And when no more art do we bring
most will say it was his pen that reached thousands of feet
to the writer, this means not a thing
he's chalking lyrics on the street.
