I am a dancer in this dance called Life.
I dance to the music they play for me,
In the movements choreographed for me.
Dance is freedom, they say.
But how come I don’t feel it as such?
I can’t express freely on my own.
My hands and feet tied like a marionette.
One day I found a way to sever the strings that were holding me,
And learned how to walk and release what’s built up within,
Left my bonds behind
And dance myself into freedom.
I dance to the tune of my own music now
While humming the rhythm of life.
I dance and sing to my own music.
Dancing with my Spirit, the perfect dance partner I’ll ever find.
Sure, I have been through hell,
But I also learned to dance with the angels in heaven.
I have escaped my cage and released my bonds.
My wings are stretched out.
It’s either I dance…or I fly.
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