as strength wilts and tumbles to the floor
will falters and can persevere no more
the spring in the step; the graceful stride
no one can say that she never tried.
but even though things always seem to go wrong
the movements so arduous: the hours so long
she went through it all - nerve steeled through the pain
but pain removes smiles, and brings on the rain
as tears are shed, i'll be fine, she said.
oh! what i'd do to suffer all in her stead
but with courage and heart and, playing her part,
she'll step up and entrance:
its not simply a dance.