I dance 'cross the stage

Inside this amphitheater

Feel I've been here forever

Yet I'm still a new feature

 

My shoes have worn down

And my leg work is faulty

Practiced sixteen straight years

But no real purpose for me

 

A veiled group of figures

Sit judging my work

In the end just deciding

How much I am worth

 

My mind now slips focus

And so do my legs

Soon I'll have to stop dancing

Lie down on this stage