She has passion in her eyes

While she tries not to cry

The cold hard floor has become her friend again

She can not practice through the pain

While she can taste her salty tears

And smell the strong polish from over the years

The ballet music begins to play

And she decides to stay

Looking up she’s reminded why

She continues to fly



She dreams of being like you one day.


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