I want it so bad, my heart it aches
I’ve gotten so close; I can’t put on the breaks.
I’ve given my soul, my heart, and my tears.
This is what I have been working for all these years.
My stomach is twisted and curled in knots,
I look out in the crowd and all I can see is spots.
The beam is floating one thousand feet high.
It’s as thin as a toothpick, something I can’t deny.
As the judge salutes and my heart becomes a drum,
All I hear is the thump; my face could be color of a plum.
I now face this challenge head on and with pride
All the hard work is have slaved will now be applied.
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