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Song I wrote seventeen years ago. 4:00 am after work. High.
Smoke and Mirrors
The music engulfs her
Her eyes begin to close
The beat goes ‘boom bada boom’
No one really knows
As she lay there, beside herself
Inside the fishbowl of smoke
She is just a ballerina
Trying not to choke
Her eyes gaze in to the crowd
Beyond the blinking lights
Her body going through the motions
It’s just another night
Chorus
She’s just a ballerina
Tip toeing through the show
An angel with a broken wing
Trying to make it through the snow
She’s just a ballerina
Trying to survive
With a blanket of hunger surrounding her
It’s a wonder she’s still alive
She dreams of the quiet ride home
The moment she slips in to bed
Visions of Sugar Plum fairies
Still very much alive in her head
She’s just a ballerina
Tip toeing through the show
An angel with a broken wing
Trying to make it through the snow
She’s just a ballerina
Trying to survive
With a blanket of hunger surrounding her
It’s a wonder she’s still alive
Copyright © 1997 by Christine Macdonald. All Rights Reserved.
Christine Macdonald 
I like that. Smoke and all!
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Thanks Danielle! Now if only we can getr P!ink to sing it!
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This made me sad. (But even high, you sure were a good writer!)
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Thanks girlie! It is a dark piece, but I look at it as a survivial tale. No sadness now! 🙂
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That's a great song. I can just imagine Pink singing it.
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Thank you. She already does in my dreams. 🙂
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Beautiful and haunted.
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Great lyrics and excellent blog site!In one sense it's remarkable that you would have written this at 4am and 'High'. But, oddly enough, I know that some of my most creative thinking comes about just before I hit the pillow and just after I wake up.
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I love it!Happy SITS Saturday Sharefest!
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You made it through the snow, and I am happy for yyou.Secretia
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There is a palpable sadness behind that, Christine, that just makes it extraordinary. And I'll say it again, please excuse the fawning, you are a remarkable writer, girl.
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That's a wonderful song. I wish that I could hear the music to it.Your lines about a ballerina tiptoeing through the snow are exactly how I feel sometimes.Happy SITS Saturday!
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Wow, that's deep and dark. I like it though.Happy Saturday Sharefest!
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''As she lay there, beside herselfInside the fishbowl of smokeShe is just a ballerinaTrying not to choke''Just amazing…I am a lyric sucker and that right there made me want to fall back on my pillow and sigh~
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one can feel the sense of being lost.
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that is quite emotionally stripping ….. would sound good in song….found you on Secret Story Time…
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