The
ground’s a bit shaky,
And my
feet all slippery,
My
hands shiver,
My
voice sounds quiver..
But I
must stand up
For
there awaits a mother,
With
dreams in her eyes,
And a
sparkle in her smile..
For
her,
I
stand up,
For
her,
I
speak out..
My
gaze falls upon her,
My
worries seem to blur,
The
shivering stops,
The
shaking drops
My
fear vanishes,
My
fluency astonishes
But I
stand only for her,
For
the joy on her face
For the
tears in her eyes
For
her,
I stand up,
For
her,
I
speak out..
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