shake the line

Gotta be strong

walk right in 

head held high 

don’t be scared 

don’t ask why 

dark clouds loom 

they threaten rain

to walk away now 

would just be insane 

worked so hard 

can’t quit now 

gonna take the stage

for my final bow 

you don’t scare me 

I’ve found my voice 

whatever I do 

is now my choice 

and I’ll sing loud 

my war cry song 

gotta stand up proud 

gotta be strong 



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