So, I was up in the middle of the night, not being able to sleep, and I started thinking about how when we move in life, we are cautious, but we also grow confident. In the end, I got up to write this poem/song.
As I put one foot in front of the other,
I make sure I don’t step on another,
Because that’s what kills them most.
But try as I might
The floors still creak
Tired of waiting.
And as I stand up
I feel only like
A cry of thunder in the pounding rain
But as I grow tall
I feel like it all
Just dies away in the pounding rain!
And though the floors still creak
I don’t feel so weak
My stand is firm!
But strong as I am
I won’t step on you.