She dances on, her essence in flight,
in the twilight of the starry night,
with the rhythm of her heart as a sword,
every beat a verse, every turn a duel.
There are no shadows to stop her shining dance,
no whispers of doubt to muffle her voice,
her spirit flies, her fire is constant,
it's an echo of lives, it's an outrageous song.
It will dance in the breeze, among flowers and song,
she won't need hands, nor arms to embrace,
for her laughter is a river, her joy a delight,
the stars look at her, and in their light they melt.
She continues to dance, without fear, without sorrow,
her heart is the beacon that guides her gait,
for in her freedom she finds the full,
the magic of being, the essence of loving.
