Mrs. Cherry and the French club

He likes to sit in the dark, where he can see his thoughts
He can’t give you wisdom any more, he couldn’t find the words to say it
Another lovely day, with not so much to say

Fear kept him quiet
Joy kept him fearless

Another hideous day, with another story to tell
She heard him repeat the new words
Who would have known? Who would have guessed?
Unnecessary details about his life
What comes out of his mouth is not for sale

Joy keeps him fearless
Fear keeps him quiet