Still as the un-awakened beat,
Until the soft stirring of the symphony takes hold,
A soul no longer held captive,
But is free.
Trying to hold back the memories,
But is letting the hidden emotion flow,
No one gets it,
All they see is a show.
All they see is grace,
But it took a fallen angel to find it.
She is not just a dancer,
She is a girl that has seen what its like to be forgotten.
Holding back the stream that turns into a river,
No words bust through the cracks,
Her words fall flat,
But at least she kept her grace and beauty.