Ballet For A Marsh – Echolyn – letras

Her dance a fluid easy graceLike resting in the palm of GodShe moves in silent circles, mine is sore to watchAlmost comical at timesSuch movements unlike habits are not natural for meMyself and I are happy wearing our head the way it isShe primps to her own reflectionShe to be a queenAnd I labeled decoy draw attention from her beautyFor this she snubs and circles me in spitePirouettes, lands like a feather on the calm of the lakeWithout a sound she takes flight againAnd again the chatter starts about herLack of social grace as she mingles with the common breedsI am quite the jester, she more the prudeWith neck-high buttons fastened tightAs if to ward off any sign of laughterI am many shades; she just black and whiteIt’s not her fault, we’ve made her what she isIf she’d get the hint, she’d take off in a huffShe’d always had a mind to leaveI’m happy with my home here in the marsh