Feels like I've been holding my breath,
Trying to still my restless heart.
Everything hangs on my next step,
Finding my nerve, playing my part.
I'm close to giving up and leaving,
Throwing everything in the trash.
In one quick decision, quitting,
And being gone in a flash.
There's sometimes to hold your tongue,
Times to keep your head down,
There's those times...
But they're not for here and now.
Sometimes you gotta go, when you're uninvited,
Sometimes you gotta speak, when you don't have the floor.
Sometimes you gotta move, when everybody else says you should stay,
No way, no not today.
You gotta ask, if you want it answered,
Sometimes you gotta stand apart from the crowd.
Stand up for what's right, when everything's wrong,
Sometimes you gotta whisper, instead of being loud.
Long before your heart,
Could run the risk...
You were born,
For this.
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