The ticking of the clock reminds me,
That the time is drawing near.
The hour has arrived,
And I must go and face my fears.
I swallow down the what-ifs,
Along with the could have beens.
Stand tall and proud,
Though, inside I feel quite small.
Is it possible, that I can take back all,
Start fresh, anew, with life’s golden glow?
I’m afraid not, as it is time to go.