Song: A paint can

Want to sing, but I want to wait on the head,
Stay serious, fool -
There are so many ways to say on home,
And only silence is futile.
So make at least a small step
Let the probability to stumble big.
Don't be afraid to drop a jar of paint
So, too, sometimes have pictures.

Not to be silence gold
For each of us.
So easy to miss your chance
Once to be heard,
Ever to be understood.

How much unhappiness and misery
Sometimes born of procrastination,
From hopeless: "is it Worth it?",
Of sad: "And you'll understand it?".
As many undiscovered planets
Breaks into the abyss for a moment before birth,
Lost in space words
Very important and needed.