She skates, she trains,
she tells her story,
words stay behind,
people act all hasty.

I feel sorry,
Express yourself, I'll give time,
I just want to help.

I fear for worse times, what if
she loses ice and figure,
something bad
happens.

When this awkward oyster opens up,
the pearl inside is still unknown,
will it shine, will it glow.
She cannot be empty.