To dance, like no one is watching…

She stepped out from the wings.  The stage was clear.  All the props had been moved aside, or dismantled and locked away for the winter.  The dark velvet curtain had been left hanging open.  She brushed her fingertips over the soft velvety smoothness as she made her way past it.  She lightly walked across the stage.  Moonlight was beaming in from a distant window.  It shone down in it’s softness, bathing the center of the stage.  She hesitated as she neared it’s glowing sphere, then looked out into the auditorium.  It was dark; she could barely make out even the first row of seats.  Then she looked back at the moonbeam, and slowly stepped into it’s glow.  Her eyes sparkled as the moonlight caught in them.  Her face shown in it’s gentle light.  She spread her arms and twirled.  Her skirt spun out, and her arms formed a beautiful arc above her head, and for an instant, she was lost in the moment, abandoned to all but the freedom.  The freedom of being herself, of not caring what anyone else would think.  Her feet stepped lightly across the stage in the moonlight, and she danced, like no one had ever danced before; she danced like no one was watching.  It was beautiful, glorious, and free.

Inside a battle rages

I thought it was gone

I’d shown it the door

But now it’s come back

And it hurts, oh it hurts

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I can’t stop crying

Cause if I do,

then I’ll turn to stone

I don’t want to close up

But inside of me

there’s a battle raging.

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I must win

I must win

Oh Jesus, take my life

Each broken piece

Make something beautiful

As only You can