Tale of a Dancer.

The hairspray can hold her curls,
It can even hold her dress,
Hairspray never held her heart,
And won't hold together this mess.

She gets on stage,
Lights shine in her eyes,
And she fakes a smile,
To the audience she lies.

The energy pulses,
As her body curves,
Only taking deep breaths,
Can calm those nerves.

She dances because it's in her heart,
She dances because she's told,
Suddenly she is feeling tired,
Suddenly she is old.

The lights dim,
As she takes her final bow,
She hold her roses tightly,
Because it's all over now.

There are years of pictures,
Hours of dancing on DVD,
Through all those shining moments,
What made her throw away that key?

Hiding alone in her room,
Long after the curtain closed,
She picks up her forgotten dance shoes,
Slipping them over her toes.

Flashed come one by one,
Then five by five,
It's moments like these,
Dancing keeps her alive.