Poor unfortunate soul, lost and alone Selling your voice, your self to disown Life's full of choices, tough indeed But for a chance, you must heed A trifle, a token, just a small fee For looks and the man, but what about glee? Your voice, your essence, your song so pure Without it, how will you endure? Body language, looks, and charm But what about your soul's alarm? Men prefer silence, no idle chatter So silence your voice, what does it matter? Sign the scroll, pay the price For a chance...