It calls to me in the dept of night
I heard words in a distance
They call out a name
Rhythmic sounds of chanting
Voices all around me
All shouting the same things
Over and over they tell me
Be brave and be strong
What�s the worst that can happen?
Rejection is not pretty
There is no fun in a broken heart
Some things best be left to chance
Words of a heart shrouded by confusion
Spoken from nowhere no signs to tell
You would not understand this idea
Running through my head as I watch
The moves that you make the steps you take
Beauty has no greater form
No physical appearance superior to you.