I want to be a dancer,
Dancing in the stars,
Living in little girl's dreams,
Creating lovely memories and scars.
I would dance for the heavens,
Creating beautiful melodies,
Creating lovely thoughts and dreams,
Making the nature of life mine.
I would dance with ballet shoes,
So beautifully pointed,
My talent revealed at last,
My dancing dream of ballet....
The music whispers strange words,
Creating another language,
Only the dancer can understand,
Like the wind, or the rain on the sand.
I dance to Swan Lake act 2,
As I dance I fly,
My soul dances as well,
Creating a gold heart.
My thin waist, covered by feathers,
Of a tutu so white and soft,
My head holds a single white feather,
Fearing it would fall.
My elegant white hands,
So graceful my step,
So enchanted by the music,
And the dance of the swans....
As I dance I feel,
As if i would die if i didn't dance,
So i step into the music, and the darkness of the theatre,
Getting lost in the world of........
