Still as the un-awakened beat,

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.

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