It is all right there
everything she thought it would be..

The stage under her feet
and the lights above her head..

The music starts, music she knows as
well as the rhythm of her own heart beat..

And there on center stage the wheels of her tiny wheel chair
begin to fade,and her feet begin to move to the melody..

Floating across the stage with the notes she hears,
she jumps and leaps and does a twirl or two..

Her arms stretched high
and her poise just so..

She is free of her constraints.
She is free like the butterflies that fly in the meadows
in her dreams and she now mimics them in her routine..

Her dance is for all those to see, watch as she moves
across the stage so poetic like so effortlessly..

The smile on her face hypnotizing and puts us
in a trance.
No one dares to look away as she dances her dance..

You cant help but become apart of her,
her fluid moves are your moves..

On stage she dances her heart out she appears
at peace letting nothing stop her..

Our dancer appears free..
Dance tiny dancer, dance for you..
Dance for me..
Dance for the doubters, so they will believe..

From center stage she stares out to where the crowd should be.
The stage lights are no longer shining down, the music has stopped and our tiny dancer knows that she and her wheelchair need to be moving on..

But the dream is there in her heart and there it will always be.
The tiny dancer knows that not one person or one thing can take
away her dreams where she will always be dancing...

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