Treasure Island

Russell Nero

(May 25th,1995)

Without A Paddle

What time is it
I can't be too late
but I'm not too sure I can go through with it
My hands are shaking
and I'm a walking sweat machine
I'm so nervous
I can't hide it
it's written on my face
yet I can't wait till the right moment
when the right moment is now
yet I can't wait till faith in myself reawakens
I can only hope faith starts flooding in
when I start walking across the hall
I have said courage is all I have to my name
but courage is unknown waters to me
and I am in a boat without a paddle to help guide me
To say, to say I can get through this un-afraid
well I'd be lying
but I have to try, I have to try
even if I have to use my arm as an oar
I say I'm a bore
but I can't lose this moment
can't lose this chance
don't tell me the time
I don't need to keep it in mind
that I only have this once chance...

Submitted: Saturday, August 10, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, August 27, 2013

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