Confessions of a Teardrop on the Floor

I suppose I'd have been scared
If I had known where I stood
Instead I plowed on boldly
Like any dreamer would

The path, it seems to shake
My imagination, I suppose
You call to me, "Onward!"
My anticipation grows...

I never really had a chance
The reporters will decree
No hope to catch a fading dream
For a blind girl, like me.