The Lone Dancer

She has ribbons of scarlet

laced loosely up her thin arms.

She has diamonds on her face,

glistening on both her cheeks.

Broken now, and full of hurt.

She dances all by herself,

in the middle of the crowd.

Nobody turns to see her,

though they pull her to and fro.

She needs someone to catch her,

collect all of her diamonds,

mend her broken crystal heart,

free her of the red ribbons.




My soul is heavy,

As I kneel here before you.

My burdens hold me,

My soul wants to fly,

My feet long to wander free.

Break these heavy chains.

Lift up my face Lord,

Allow me to join the dance.

Dry my eyes, daddy.

Soothe my broken heart,

Let me be as new again.

Restore what is lost.