• Hey
    down there
    Who are you?
    Why do you look at me the way you do?
    Eyes like leather
    aged and tough
    Won't let me in; they say you've had enough.
    Well, you write and you write, and your words just lock you in.
    and sooner or later they'll harden like a second skin.
    Open up.
    Unlock the gate.
    You're young enough
    To control your fate.
    Do it now.
    Before it's too late.
    Hey
    Down there.
    I love you.