My Destiny
Long nights spent in the studio,
Repeating each song several times.
My voice coming through the stereo,
Perfecting the riffs as the chorus climbs.
Bright lights over a broad stage-
I can't believe I'm finally here.
But I take a deep breath to assuage
My adrenaline-laden fear. This is my career.
For the first few moments
Its all a blur.
Until a chord cuts through the silence,
And the crowd starts to murmur.
I'm here not to tell them my story,
But to tell them of His;
It's really not about me,
But I believe that this is my destiny.
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