Bravest Face-Peter Hammill

Here's the edge, this is the moment when all the fear floods in apace. Time to clear my head, my demeanour emboldened, of trepidation betray no trace. Time to put on my bravest face. Quite the nine-stone weakling, who am I trying to kid that I can carry all before me as my heroes did? Unafraid, oh what I'd give to walk the walk with my head held high, to stare down my demons. But sadly I'm not remotely like that kind of guy. Bluster and bravado, every human power, I summon up what strength I have to face what cows me down. Now's the hour. Frozen in the spotlight, frightfully exposed in my sad efforts to sustain a heroic pose. Though I'm scared as hell still I know it's only natural to feel so vulnerable and alone: in extremis we're on our own. It's time to take my place and hold my head up, time to wear with grace my bravest face.