My grandmother always told me what a graceful girl I was She told me when I danced I was so delicate and poised That I was as light as the wind in a meadow

Little did she know That beneath my lace tutu And the silk ribbons in my my hair Beneath my gorgeous smile And my polite nature All my gracefulness faded away

It never dared to venture past my tiny fingertips And attempt to dance Alongside my firey soul

No, Inside I was not graceful Inside sadness and anger dwelled And most of all restlessness

And restlessness is not concerned About being in control Restlessness is not concerned About being graceful

Therefore my careful head Betrays my wild heart Time and time again

And I wait for the day My heart decides to stand its ground I wait for the day My good behavior falls away

I wait for the day My proud grandmother Gasps in shock And shrieks in dismay

When she sees who I truly am