A follow through the heart,

A star in the wings,

For I never know what this dance will bring,

Following goes through the floor, 

When your a dancer told to dance no more,

A turn just once follows the story to be told,

All the movements we faced have drawn us old,

All the criticism we take have to unfold,

The many times we dance are a few too much,

The many times we leap are grand in a lunge,

Calling our names,

While our backs are in a hold,

All the pain in our spine,

Is a story that's written in gold,

To the child I know,

Once soft and bold,

To what you became to be,

Has yet to unfold,

Once a dancer always a plan,

When a dancer there's no turning back,

Different times make a special place,

Special people take a difficult pace,

To be a star,

One needs to shine,

If another takes the light,

A new spirited dancer forms,

And we learn through the night,

A dancer recognises new storms.