Leaving it all behind |
| Happy shoes; Happy feet Dancing in this golden street Give me something bright to wear but if you can't, I don't care I enjoy being free you see If you don't, say goodbye to me Expressing myself feels so good Why do you tell me how I should Be sitting still and silent instead of being vibrant? Your beliefs and expectations are not mine; not your decision Even if I must dance alone I will find a healthier home than this one, built as a prison to squash my dreams and my vision of a joyful life, wondrous and pure so happy dancing is my secret cure |