We never know how high we are
Till we are asked to rise
And then if we are true to plan
Our statures touch the skies-
The Heroism we recite
Would be a normal thing
Did not ourselves the Cubits warp
For fear to be a King-
-Emily Dickinson
We never know how high we are
Until we look around
And then if we are true to form
Our stomach hits the ground-
The Heroism we recite
Is shut up really quick
'Cause sometimes we get nerve attacks
And pressure makes us sick-
So when we know how high we are
And we are asked to rise
Don't panic or be faint of heart!
Set your sights on the prize!
The nervousness we sometimes get
Is just a normal thing
But those who deal and still win it-
It's they who will be King.
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