Do I need to explain my moves,
They simply express my moods,
Life long dance and life long music,
Sanity is so anechoic,
The breath behind the hush keeps me alive,
Do I need to explain the soul of my life?
Jeopardized and agonized,
The breath behind the hush keeps me alive,
Do I need to explain the soul of my life?
Jeopardized and agonized,
Sometimes scurvy and unrelated,
I move across with a swing and jilt,
So unknown and mis-leaded.
Then too I cross the destine,
Falling from the feet of mine,
The fall produces one more sound,
Reverberates through the ground,
The jitters makes me lilt again,
As phoenix rises to fame;
And my dance stimulates the morbid drive,
Do I need to explain the soul of my life?
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