Stop dancing that dance; take my hand and we can make our own dance, together.
Don’t let the price to pay be you any longer; let it be It who pays the price!
Make It regret ever taking you onto the ball room floor.
Bend; twist; spin!
Let us show It why a dance of our own composutre is more powerful than any of its persuasive ways; Its cunning.
No long will I let you dance in chains; no longer will I watch you suffer.
Now is us; now is us…
With my hand in yours, your hand in min, we can glide with grace and ease across barren ball rooms.
Let our feet cripple before we succumb to It, no, let’s never succumb to it, ever; let it succumb to us.
Watch our feet as we do our dances, as we prove our spirit, our wills.
Stop dancing that dance; take my hand and we can make out own dance, together.
(Dedicated to and inspired by Vanessa)