random poems and lyrics

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The anxious sweats of numbing pain
The crowd it cheers and calls my name
My speech is crumpled in my sweaty palms
The winning speaker of the game

I was given the chance to back down
But looks like it was too late now
The stage raised high above the people
Waiting for the speaker's sound

I take some deep breaths, calm my nerves
I step right out to face the herd
The woman shakes my hand and leaves
The mic waiting to make it worse