The Dance Continues.

The dance continues
And my feet are sore.

I continue to dance
For i have a head
That i can nod along.

I will dance till morning
Should my neck tire away
I will snap my fingers to the rythm.

Your feet too
Must be sore i know
You will have to change
From your tight fitting sharp shooters.

Let's dance to the end
Till the morning comes
Though our feet are sore
Let's form a style.

The dance continues
Though my feet are sore.

Leah Auma.