Chosen
Her name is called from thousands,
She's brought out to face the crowds,
The all too silent crowds.
Her legs grow weak as she takes to the stage,
She's fighting battles at such a tender age,
Too young, such a tender age.
All eyes focus on her and the place is silent,
She's the one that they've chosen,
She's the one that's chosen.
(a.s.a.m)
