I am standing on the ground,
staring at the crowd,
Silence cover us,
It brakes my nerves,
Oh wait,
i have to talk,
the crowd is waiting,
they want to listen,
But i am FROZEN,
they say speak,
but i needed a break,
the crowd is raged,
a sound coming from the end of the stage,
It was my friend,
with a guitar,
came rocking the stage,
and telling me to loose,
but i didn't have the confidence,
But i knew i had to do it,
So i raise my voice and sang the noise,
the crowd gone Untamed,
I was glad that they came,
But now it is end of the show,
and they have to go.!
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