To be a Ballerina The bright lights the marley floors fight to get it right. Until it’s time for no more. They tie wood their feet and work through pain. For if they don’t they’ll replaced next day They’re always judged by instructors directors mirrors. Mirrors are watching see all bad but never good. one is ever good enough. dance on toes Like porcelain dolls audience will cheer show shall begin in awe pain All you flawlessness grace When through parts been played go homes repeat