She finally knew her place,
No more would she fall on her face.
She'd twirl here, there and everywhere,
Nothing else did she give any care.
She'd do 1-2 cha-cha-cha,
Fall on her face yet laugh ha-ha-ha.
She became the queen of grace,
Nobody could catch up to her pace.
She'd shut her eyes for the music to take over,
Because the songs always helped her sober.
She'd put on her dancing shoes,
And try to let herself lose.
She then feels true happiness,
Because dance drives away the darkness.