• She stands inside her music box,
    She dances for all to see,
    But there's one thing they don’t notice -
    She’s longing to be free.

    Thin and gentle, delicate and small,
    Her perfection makes them sigh,
    She comes out to them smiling bright,
    But inside, she wants to cry.

    Trapped in her music box,
    She has nowhere to go.
    She has no choice,
    All she wants is to be free,
    But her pain can't have a voice.

    Her arms are growing weary -
    From holding that perfect pose,
    Her body’s getting tired -
    From standing on her toes.

    Inside herself she’s screaming,
    To make them stop the show,
    She’s tired from performing -
    But they must never know.

    She stands inside her music box,
    Performing for all to see,
    A break is all she’s asking for,
    But wait....that dancer’s me.