Song I wrote seventeen years ago. 4:00 am after work. High.
Smoke and Mirrors
The music engulfs her
Her eyes begin to close
The beat goes ‘boom bada boom’
No one really knows
As she lay there, beside herself
Inside the fishbowl of smoke
She is just a ballerina
Trying not to choke
Her eyes gaze in to the crowd
Beyond the blinking lights
Her body going through the motions
It’s just another night
Chorus
She’s just a ballerina
Tip toeing through the show
An angel with a broken wing
Trying to make it through the snow
She’s just a ballerina
Trying to survive
With a blanket of hunger surrounding her
It’s a wonder she’s still alive
She dreams of the quiet ride home
The moment she slips in to bed
Visions of Sugar Plum fairies
Still very much alive in her head
She’s just a ballerina
Tip toeing through the show
An angel with a broken wing
Trying to make it through the snow
She’s just a ballerina
Trying to survive
With a blanket of hunger surrounding her
It’s a wonder she’s still alive
Copyright © 1997 by Christine Macdonald. All Rights Reserved.