The merit chart, hung on the walls
Of my classroom, fell
My pals` heartbeats, envious were they
Over my ten red stars.
I got it from my favorite teacher
For she liked it the most
'Confidence', was the topic
And I spoke well she said.
It happened a few years ago
Innocence of boyhood, with me stood then
Today the story is different
To speak up, I hesitate
Speeches, my worst nightmare.
Today I crave for only one thing
Confidence it is and nothing else
Not a dropp of it I find
Searched I, all the nook and corner
Of myself, nothing`s left, nothing at all
Only tears down my cheeks
For the lost confidence.
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