That was the day, I said,
"I'm gonna be brave.
I'm gonna be strong,
I'm gonna survive."
And you gave me a hand.

We danced. We twirled.
And you probably saw
a trace of fear in my eyes,
worrying that somehow,
this heart would lie again.

But we kept dancing.
Your steps began to feel familiar.
And I was no longer
the unpredictable one,
you read me like an opened book.

Perhaps a little while after
that we started losing grip,
taking things for granted.
Too busy keeping count
and reaching higher.

We were exhausted
entertaining the crowd.
We never get to reach deeper,
into the heart of all these.
We were worn out.

And one day we'll be gone,
we'll fade away in time.
If no one let us stop to rest,
if no one let us find ourselves,
today.