And the Choir Sang Change

Give me a stage,
Release the demons into the world.
Like a spinning top,
Let me slow to wind me up again.
And shove me back into the light,
On another wimb like you believed
In all the rest before me.
But give me a stage,
I'll be free to let go.
Born to live in the moment,
To scared of ambition to understand.
Free fall into the crowd,
Drift along above their hands-
Trusting to not drop me.
Give me the microphone,
May it smell like the breath
Of the one before me.
Lend me an instrument,
I'll entertain you worth your money.
Toss away those fears
Of not fitting in,
Of not feeling normal.
Disregard the outside issues
Because we are now,
Not Later.
We are here,
Not there.
Escape to a place
That makes you feel capable
To take on the world,
And rest your worries
To another day.
Give me the stage,
For I will show you how,
Where,
Why,
When,
And how to overcome it all.
I'll take my leave
When this city sleeps.
True courage is quieting fear,
Not the absence of it.
So give me that stage,
And conform to my reason
Idea and belief.
And all will be silent
Worry will ease.