She made it safely home
just as the storm broke outside
She had fled the dance alone
Blindly, numbly, with damaged pride
He had pretended to be
a gentle man
He had sworn
I never will hurt
And rummaged through sacred treasures
left scattered in ashes and dirt
So if he had hurt her not
then why should she herself?
By self-abasing thought
Which felt more than made sense
Because no one would give her permission?
to know true happiness
The storm grew stronger
and with her pain it raged
til suddenly broke through
to shake her from her staged
helplessness and doubt
to ride with her
and dance with her
and turn her heart about
Permission to what?
demanded the thunder
to eat
to laugh
to celebrate life
to take a daring chance?
to give
to love
to reach out a hand
permission perhaps to dance?
Whose permission need you?
asked the curious wind
as her curtains he flailed
to and fro
No man I've ever seen
the power's been granted
to release me nor to hold
Tis not some game
sang the pouring rain
It is life
It IS celebration
I will spill
I will fall
I will not stop at all
Til drenched in sheer jubulation
Look! the lightening cried
with me you may sail
cross the pitch black sky
they can see us both so well
See the fire and feel the heat
when he looks into your eyes
Who, then, may catch us as we fly?
The beauty of the night sky
the power of the storm
mingling there in darkest hour
to claim it's troubled child
to orchestrate from jumbled notes
emotions running wild
a symphony of love and hope
and title to be free
no matter what a man may say
or ever fail to see
She rose again from bended knee
tossed back her head
decreed
I dance upon my thoughts
my hopes, my dreams,
I dance upon the wind,
the earth, the sky
the water, the fire, the rain
There is nothing I cannot dance on
As I live, I will dance
I will laugh
I will love
I will dance upon the pain
And music was born
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