She walks outside,
Puts her bag over her shoulder,
Asks the taxi man for a ride
And heads over to that old dusty theater.

There isn't much left,
But it's enough to train.
She sits, puts her shoes on and turns on the radio
The music starts and magic comes to life.

She sways along with the rythem,
Misses some steps, crumbles and even falls a few times
But those won't hurt her too much,
Only help her to build her confidence, strength and patience.

Sometimes the floor is too wet,
The rain has crashed in again
And she might meet the wooden floor
Her vision might be blurry.
But that dance had always been her biggest love
And her smile was her favorite partner.

A storm might break inside her heart,
A tornado might wipe up all the good thoughts in her mind,
But her smile will guide her to the light,
Help her to get lost in the wonderland that she was looking to find.

She is a tiny dancer,
A graceful, beautiful girl.
In her point shoes she tries to see what's behind the curtains,
She tries to step outside and see the world with her beautiful hazelnut eyes.

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