cant you see me,
standing here with nervous eyes
and my shaking knees?
Here I stand soluting in front of this death machine.
Or what they like to call it, a four inch beam.
You must be graceful.
You must be flawless.
You must tumble upon it without a doubt.
But oh judge,
my dear judge,
see beyond my shaking knees,
to what I hope is a beautiful beam routine.