Yes to the sweat on my neck, yes to the fear in my chest
Yes when the lights burn low and the tempo won’t rest
Yes to the bruise on my knee, yes to the crack in my crown
Yes when the world says stop, I say spin me around
Yes in the echo of doubt, yes in the mirror at dawn
Yes to the woman I was and the one I’m becoming—gone
Yes to the thunder of drums, yes to the hiss of the sphere
Yes to the tear in my voice, yes till the yes disappears