I stand there waiting behind the curtain,
My shoulders heavy from this burden.
Excitement palpable in the air,
Walking on stage with out a care.
Hit the first pose, kick the first kick.
I lean forward into an illusion, a silent trick.
I step and leap, jump and twirl.
Prancing around in my dress, a little girl.
Run off stage silent tears.
Forgot the dance these were my fears.
To ashamed I hide my face
I don't deserve to be at this place.
I gather my bags, sorrows forgotten.
Grab all my costumes made from cotton.
Take my bags, I'm out the door
I don't have to worry no more.
I turn, smiling as I wave.
Leaving the thing I most crave
I will leave, I will not return.
Leaving the thing I yearn.