My heart flutters and I am frightened,
My mind knows what is happening,
But my nerves are not lightened.
The sky is endless,
With stars that glitter,
Shine brightly and powerless.
It is almost time for me to go,
To be brave,
To not be shy and grow;
Find that freedom that I crave.
It is almost time to dance,
To forget all,
And to give all life a chance.
I grab my dress and breathe;
This is where it all ends or begins,
And now it is time to leave.
It is time to lose all fears;
To lose all doubt;
It is time to make my life clear.
P.S. Baila translates to Dance.