She tries to speak. Her words are trapped.
So much they try to break loose.
They find their freedom within the movements of her body.
Stuttering does not exist in her world of Dance.
Her World of Dance.
Her World of Dance.
Dancing is her microphone. She sings through it.
Her inner-child expresses her thoughts.
Her emotions escape their bondage.
Her life is traced within her World of Dance.
Her World of Dance.
Her World of Dance.
Her life is a song through one simple dance.
She feels the freedom to speak.
Dancing gives her that chance.
Her voice is through her movements.
Her words are finally free.
Her soul sings through her body and creates The Magic of Dance.
The Magic of Dance
The Magic of Dance
Each teardrop is erased with every movement she makes.
Her sorrows are blown away with one single spin.
The Child within her springs to Life and creates the freedom she so dearly craves.
She sings her freedom through the Magic of Dance.
The Magic of Dance
The Magic of Dance
Stuttering does not exist in Her World of Dance.
She feels the freedom to speak.
Dancing gives her that chance.
In her World of Dance.
Her World of Dance
Written By: Rachel Love
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