I danced for years and years beneath the Grecian sun. My feet hurt yet I felt no fear when they told me I could be one. Painted, painted meadows and life spent too little too long. Hair splayed in salty waves I ever whispered her mother song. Lemon groves all swept my hands calling far away. Climbing up the stairs they hold to heaven's gate, I pray. To this day I still dance on though eyes flash over my shoulder, awake til the summers dawn. Never to grow one day older.