Bern Pereira

Howww / can I say / what I’d like to, today?
How / to impart / such a pure heart?
Would you hear / in the words / things I hold deep
Or would my narrative put you / to sleep?

I can sing / with a style / that makes oo / thers smile
I can rip / up you dreams / like a hor -i - ble queen,

Currently / attendees / of of my ele / gant prose,
Are the pets / called ferrets / that bite all my toes
I need / some relief / from a hor / rible thief
Who stole / his own soul
And left me only / his boowwll -

I thought / him a say / dist
Till I filled / it with the grayy - test
Mem /ory ap-er-tif.