Silver Dancer

Oh silver dancer, spinning, leaping, running through everyone's head.

Pirouettes and assemblés, sparkling twirls, a wondrous display.

You dance and dazzle all those who come near

Spending your nights lost in your performance, you and them

Countless hours, days, months, your life to this point has lead you to their stage you now belong

Performing for the ones who expect you to shine

Wondrous but wondering, when will the metallic sheen fade

When will your ribbons fray, and your hinges rust

When will the shimmering silver turn to a haunting gray

You'll become haunted by that very gray

Your dances slow, jumps lessen, spins only turn halfway

When this life you've built begins to crumble

And those you once dazzle begin to show dismay

Your time you have spent, with the desire to shine for everyone around you

Begins to end, begins to dim

Oh silver dancer, your last time on the stage

Maybe with this one final show, you'll dance for yourself

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