Swaying in the moonlight,
Or frolicking in plain sight
Just like a flock of different birds,
A gesture is a story, without so many words.
Each one tells something unique
It could be joyful or it could be bleak.
A full meaning, seen but unheard.
A gesture is a story, without so many words.
A twirl, a fall, a jump, a smack
Meaning, it does not lack.
And though it may seem absurd,
A gesture is a story, without so many words
Just Mortals
Running and dancing, energy that you can not feign.
Gone is all the feeling
But also all the pain
Broken hearts are slowly healing.
Gone is all the feeling,
While whisking along the streets
Broken hearts are slowly healing
To the tapping of a foot, or even unearthly beats.
While whisking along the streets
They have no destination, just moving along.
To the tapping of a foot, or even unearthly beats.
They are all individuals, moving in a throng.
They have no destination, just moving along.
No rules to disobey,
They are all individuals, moving in a throng.
Just mortals, finding their way.
When I Dance
When I dance,
the whole world
melts away.
When I dance,
my worries
disappear,
and I am alone,
no matter
who is watching.
When I dance,
I am unaware
of the world,
just my movements,
there to comfort me.
When I dance,
There is no more
earth.
It’s just me
When I dance,
my emotions do not show in my face,
but in my body.
When I dance,
I am alive.
