You get solo, stepping forward your moment of relishing the crowd begins,
Suddenly your breathing begins to race.
You can't see them, Where are they?
Your parents missed you first solo,
They missed your glowing smile.
You get a standing ovation,
Your tears are claimed of greatness,
and hope of more to come.
Anticipation from the tip of tongue.
You get home, expect them waiting,
All you get is a bitter call.
The car slid off the path,
It had a mighty fall.
You dress in black,
and wait to speak.
Now is your second solo.
You can hear them now,
Cheering you on,
Your words are kind, they tell the truth.
They were the best a kid could have.
And that was all you'd ask for.