[Intro]
Bell on the door, morning light,
I pace the counter, nerves in sight.
[Verse]
In this small shop, fear rattles the till,
I craft a tune to turn doubt to will.
[Chorus]
sing it again, sing it again,
From fear to fans, we rise and begin.
[Bridge]
Cheeky rival slips a sly beat,
I retune the groove, and claim the street.
[Outro]
Doors swing wide, the crowd lines in,
I sing it again, fear fades to grin.
