The loneliness, is not the answer..
it\'s a petite ballet strong dancer.
She\'s mighty, heartful and inspired,
By thought of her to be desired..
Just watch her moves the quiet sounds,
She just keeps making all the rounds..
But watch her closely, she is life,
She moved to keep herself alive.
She stretches outwards on her toes,
She folds on over on her foes,
She keeps extending all her limbs,
Keeps moving through the harder things,
She\'s hurting cause her toes are numb,
Extending, when the things are dumb,
She\'s fighting gravity at hand,
To stretch her fingers to the end..
she\'s folding, twirling and withholding,
The life\'s best lessons that are molding,
That molding her, in her own pain,
But she just knows it\'s her own gain.
The gain of power, gain of love,
The help is coming from above..
She\'s gracious, kind and just a dream,
And now she\'s learning how to beam..
She\'s going forward from Swan Lake,
She\'s learning dances of awake.
She\'s going, going and forgetting,
The things she used to not be getting..
She\'s starting to wake up to greatness,
And her dismay is her past sadness..
She sees now how the trees are growing,
She sees the boats that go on rowing..
She sees the beauty of it all,
And now she\'s coming to her whole.
And now the toes don\'t hurt so much,
She\'s ready for a human touch.
She\'s understanding that the pain,
Was there for her, to learn gain.
She is no longer ballet dancer,
She understands, she is the answer..
She has sat down to understand,
That twirling pain is not the end..
She took her shoes off,toes are bleeding,
Now it\'s her soul that she is reading..
she understood the pain of dance,
And still decides to take a chance..
But not on loneliness, no more,
The chance on her, and only her..