I peeped out and saw the worlds display br I stepped outside to dance and play br I realize now I was protected well br It’s time to get back into my shell br br Happily I twirled and high I flew br I soared and glided wherever the wind blew br I’d never be the same if ever I fell br I better got back into my shell br br You may lose many and win a few br The world is not as simple as you br What will happen no one can tell? br So I’d rather get back into my shell br br It promised I could take as much as I could br What’s the use if I don’t feel good? br I may be called a frog in the well br Whatever it is, I go back to my shell br br Time is not ripe for me to step out br Unsteady with fear and clouded by doubt br Perhaps I was mistaken that I could do well br But now it’s back into my shell br br Inside my shell there is ample space br I’ll trudge along at my own pace br The day I leave who can foretell br I’ll crawl back now, into my shellbr br Bindu Vidyadharbr br