It's around the time I want to stop,
That moment when I know I'm up.
The time to speak, the time to act,
The moment's mine and that's a fact.
It's up to me, it's time to shine,
Now why in heavens would I whine?
The moment's tough, it feels unpleasant.
I swiftly turn from king to peasant.
It comes with fear, it shakes my legs...
The nerves rack up, I long for kegs.
There's too much heat, it makes me fry,
I wish to God that I could die.
But fret I not, in spite the fear,
For now I know the end is near.
To walk the plank and jump, and dive in deep,
Is the only way, I know, I'll get some sleep.
My conscience rests, I did my part,
To face the fears and follow through; now that's an art.
