• Ceramic ballerina
    You are so fragile
    Beautiful, but tainted
    There are cracks along your skin
    And a wound above your heart
    The paint begins to run. . .

    You try to spin and twirl
    In that perfect little dress
    You call "joy"
    But if you may fall
    You shall break
    Who is there to pick up those pieces?

    So instead you pout
    And take up that unmotivated stance
    Against the wall,
    Lean on it for balance
    Cross your arms
    And look toward another day

    Ceramic ballerina
    You speak of feeling hollow
    That is because you are,
    Just a doll
    A ceramic ballerina
    Whos light was lost

    Is there no one to wind you up to dance?
    Is there no one to play that melody you love?
    Ceramic ballerina,
    All you must do is wait
    For the cracks along your skin to heal,
    And for the wound above your heart to seal.