They were once plain words on paper
Pure and detached and cold
Then I opened my heart and closed them
For who wants to read open words?

I tried to hide them under the corners
Added flowers and devious claws
For one can't simply say what he thinks
Even for that you have to have laws.

I tried to call for the right words
But only the wrong ones arrived
Yet as long they fit to the tune
There's nothing else for which I strived

I put them in familiar structure
Forgot the context, remembered the rhyme
Nothing had mattered, nothing remembered
Only the grammar became clearer in time

Then I put them in neat five verses
As my teacher said that was right
So I polished, abolished and silvered
Not everyone has the courage to fight. . .