Lyrics

A silent plea beneath the din Seeking grace with every step The crowded room, the air within My secret kept, with quiet prep Each movement made ever so gently A mask of calm, though inside I fret Amidst the laughter, and the smiles abound A silent struggle, no victory renowned Within me turmoil, a storm to suppress Beneath the surface, my composure's a guess A tender balance, a delicate art Behold my quest to silently fart In hushed suspense, I gauge the scene A cautious drift, must remain unseen The tension builds, a somber note In this game of stealth, my worry afloat Eyes averted, I dare not start A whispered wind, from the depths depart