• The dance begins.
    The music plays.
    The harmony spins.
    I start to sway.

    And still the dance goes on.

    I lose my way and start to stray.
    The song has changed and rearranged.
    The path goes dark all light has ceased.
    Confused and scared, not happy in the least.

    And still the dance goes on.

    The darkness grows.
    No hope shows.
    I run, I hide.
    My thoughts are tied.

    And still the dance goes on.

    The melody grows.
    The fire flows.
    It all goes colder.
    The walls all smolder.

    And still the dance goes on.

    The music decreases.
    Still nobody ceases.
    The dance cannot be topped.
    Nor can it be stopped.

    But then the dance stops.

    The people look around.
    An act which shall astound.
    A man gains control.
    And wins back his soul.

    And then the dance goes on.