Tightrope walking
The spotlight is on me
I hear my fear talking
Sreaming so loud
Below there's a crowd
Got to choose to hear those who care
Shouting you halfway there
The ground is nowhere near
I can't afford to fall
Looking down
I'm at dizzying heights
Critics shouting
What were you thinking
Their voices are also loud
Family says they proud
I attempted this great feat
The rope trembles at my feet
I guess I'm shaking
Quit I won't
Baby steps forward
Look I'm moving
Even if I'm slower
Moving is better than standing
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