Remember the scars your childhood grew, the rain in your dreams, the war in the rooms.
Remember the glare thru the trees, while walking the path with dazzling tears.

Life, oh your life is your dance.
Your dance.

Remember running out of breath, the first time she said never again.
Remember your voice melting with hers, her voice , your voice, our voice , we’re all voice.

Life, oh your life is your dance.
Your dance.

You’re grieving, you’re thriving, you’re healing....your movement is full of meaning:
You’re mourning, you’re aching, your system’s now collapsing:
You’re speeding, heartbroken, your body keeps forgetting:
You’re dancing, you’re trying....again:

Life, oh your life is your dance.
Your dance.