I feel my heart in my chest as i say my last prayer.
As i walk into the light I pretend they're not there. I close my eyes but still feel their stare.
As I'm standing their I wonder about what I chose to wear, I think about every single hair and wonder why they have to glare?
I open my eyes and search the crowd for a familiar face.
some type of hope that I must embrace, and at that moment I see my saving grace.
She's not sitting down, worries etched across her face, because she knows I can do it, she wants me to rock this place.
And as I stare at him my lips begin to move, and the audience is loving the rhythm of my groove. And before I know it it's over and i get a standing ovation. But when i look up she's gone with no proclamation.
But i will never forget that she caused my transformation.
