Smoke and Mirrors

. Song I wrote seventeen years ago. 4:00 am after work. High.Smoke and MirrorsThe music engulfs herHer eyes begin to closeThe beat goes ‘boom bada boom’No one really knowsAs she lay there, beside herselfInside the fishbowl of smokeShe is just a ballerinaTrying not to chokeHer eyes gaze in to the crowdBeyond the blinking lightsHer body going through the motionsIt’s just another nightChorusShe’s just a ballerinaTip toeing through the showAn angel with a broken wingTrying to make it through the snowShe’s just a ballerinaTrying to surviveWith a blanket of hunger surrounding herIt’s a wonder she’s still aliveShe dreams of the quiet ride homeThe moment she slips in to bedVisions of Sugar Plum fairiesStill very much alive in her headShe’s just a ballerinaTip toeing through the showAn angel with a broken wingTrying to make it through the snowShe’s just a ballerinaTrying to surviveWith a blanket of hunger surrounding herIt’s a wonder she’s still aliveCopyright © 1997 by Christine Macdonald. All Rights Reserved.