"Thank you so much for agreeing to help me."

You and Piers were sat at the dining table, he slid over his notebook where he had been writing song lyrics. The former Gym Leader had asked for you to read what he had done to see if what he had was worth continuing. Usually he had no problems with lyrics, but this song in particular had him stumped.

"Does the message I'm trying to portray come across correctly, my muse?"