Come Out
I'm a bit scared by my choices
I may be lost in a search
I'm even scared by my ocean
In anyways
I'm the smallest
I've hit my own head
Several times
with my hands
Please make it come out
Please make it come out
Please make it come out
To throw the holes overboard
Is right
It makes some space for the gazers
And my sons are coming with me
And my sons are coming with me
Please make it come out
Please make it come out
Please make it come out
Writer/s: BOISCLAIR FREDERIC