Dance growing quiet

The day grows dark cold like night

The sun slowly hides itself

Now not so bright

Finally at peace with oneself

When dusk turns into twilight

Your dance grows quiet

The turns shinning like precious moonlight

Your poor work-loaded feet battered

You overthrow the sadness

Replacing with burning red rage

The desire you once had fading to flatness

Your talent stays locked in a cage

Forever held back by your expectations

Forever held back by other imitations