The light kissed their faces Heaven's hue through which it shown An empty stage apart from her alone. She needs no music, and stutters a breath Her once stable ankles surrender and creath. The silence is deafening She feels so alone On this worn old stage that she still calls her home. Her dance is pure instinct, and comes quickly with Their judgement nearly brings her down to her knees. Though they still stare, calculating and cold Upset that she doesn't fit into their perfect mold. That smile, too big. Those legs too long Everything about her is perfectly wrong She tries to continue, hold her chin up But the pressure is too much, and she ceases to try. Her dance is over, she takes her Her confident front is over now She turns her back to her ghostly crowd, She'll hold in her tears, she's far too proud Walking away is the hardest part, But no amount of applause can heal this broken heart.