I'm sad.

I'm angry.

I'm lost.

I'm scared.

I'm happy and daring and waiting, prepared.

I want to, I have to, I need to share

It's passion that I feel right now, a simple love affair.

It's midnight and I'm moving, so rhythmically across air.

Stepping lightly, sliding swift, dangerously with care.

It helps me and I love it, I know no other way.

It's beautiful and tragic but always here to stay.

The grace it takes and bones it brakes and comfort that it gives,

It makes it all to difficult to stop when you begin. 

The little girls aspire, they want this passion too

They push and push and push themselves until bodies give in.

Bending backwards and twisting limbs and breaking themselves

again, again, again

I'm sad.

I'm angry.

I'm lost.

I'm scared.

I'm happy and daring and waiting, prepared

and this is all I know.

Expression is essential and this is how it goes:

Turn, stop, leap, stop, turn, stop, leap, drop

Kick, turn, leap, stop

Leap, turn, kick, pop.

It hurts me but I love it and I could never stop,

It brings my body aching, and my mind steady thoughts,

If ever I could not dance a day, my heart might beat, skip, stop.