Out of the thousand names
It would be the name
To put upon your forehead
In big black letters
Then you would feel better
Soon as you wore it
Smile at the crowd
They're waiting for your smile
It'll be the smile
You'd give on such occasion
Like this. And after
Smile turns into laughter
You'll feel the pleasure
Think of the time
There's not much of your time
Left ...
Michael Star Feive