[Verse 1]
In the library's hush, I hid my hopeful note,
A poem for you, in quiet ink I wrote.
I pressed it to the sorter, gears whispered go,
And it blasted through town to the council row.
[Pre-Chorus]
The doors swing wide and murmurs fill the square,
My shy confession bouncing everywhere.
[Chorus]
Find my note, please, before they turn this into town lore,
I sent you a poem, not a public encore.
find my note, please!
Please, let it be you who hears what I meant.
[Verse 2]
The council reads aloud, with badges and a grin,
They treat my lines like policy, let the funding begin.
"To the crush of our town," the clerk proclaims with flair,
I hide among the encyclopedias, gasping for air.
[Pre-Chorus]
Your name becomes a headline, a chorus in the street,
And I’m the shy librarian, admitting defeat.
[Chorus]
Find my note, please, before they turn this into town lore,
I sent you a poem, not a public encore.
find my note, please!
Please, let it be you who hears what I meant.
[Bridge]
I’ll fix the sorter, own the misprint and the mess,
Step into the council light and clear my distress.
If you hear this plea, let a quiet truth be heard:
That shy hearts can shout when truth has the last word.
[Chorus]
Find my note, please, before they turn this into town lore,
I sent you a poem, not a public encore.
find my note, please!
Please, let it be you who hears what I meant.
[Outro]
From the stacks to the square, may courage find its way,
And maybe, just maybe, you’ll hear what I want to say.
