You stand there to sing,
You feel your beating heart.
You want to carry out the tune;
But you don’t know where to start.
You know that you’re the only;
The one who’s not afraid to stand.
Yet, you feel all of life is still;
Save the shaking of your hands.
You give one good glance;
You look out among the crowd.
All the many faces are out so far;
Yet, Their voices so close, so loud.
You open your mouth gently,
Until words of pureness pour.
You started the melodious tune;
The crowd speaks no more.
Your heart begins to beat faster,
You start to feel that rush.
Nothing but your voice is sounding;
Whilst the multitude is hushed.
You’re almost done with singing,
A smile makes it’s way.
While the crowd gets to cheering
Begging you to stay!
You feel as though you’re floating.
Nothing better could describe;
When you walk from the platform,
Feeling excited and alive.
Every day is an open mic
You get the chance to stand, to speak.
Although, you may be nervous;
It’s the easiest way to lead.