My daughter came out of dance class last night and observed that if it was going to hurt anyway, she might as well make it as beautiful as possible...
Dancing girl standing tall
Really not aware at all
Of any watching eyes
Except her teacher. Her corrections
All she hears. Her directions
The only thing she goes by.
She stands on pointe then reaching high
She leaps as if to touch the sky
Without any other care it seems.
But at homewe see the pain,
She's icing down her feet again
The price of beauty few achieve...
The chance to move across the floor
Really asking nothing more
Except to try her gift and chase the dream.