Stand up tall, with chin held high, A sparkle in my watchful eye. No fear to stumble, no shame to hide, With steady steps, I walk with pride. My voice rings clear, my spirit bold, A story waiting to unfold. I trust my path, I trust my might, Bathed in the sun, a glorious light.
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Confidence's Song
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Stand up tall, with chin held high, — A sparkle in my watchful eye.
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