My shy....self shy,isnt shy after all..

its a world out there,a bit small..

muse to my ears..do not call the shy,

calls the boat brown,all i do is frown,

on the flag,so as to lag,...

the mole cuts away the wind...from the ears,

and the blue walls wait,for the shy to come in...

or go out..

My shy...self shy,isnt shy after all..

thats what the world prays for..

i wait..for shy to become the lore..

my shy becomes mine all the more.