I'm an oyster i am dying
I am born i am a pearl
I am great potential, a small matter
A fool entering the world
I am raising a rabble
I am hiding in the crowd
I am here to make a noise
I am afraid it will be too loud
I could die here on the fence
Calling curiosity sin
I can decide i do not play
Or decide i do not have to win
I am fighting with my eyes closed
When i'm fighting at all
The fool afraid to leap for joy
Cause those that leap can fall
I'm an oyster i am dying
I am born i am a pearl
I am great potential, a small matter
A fool entering the world
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