This is actually one of the very few songs I play for other than poems. I hope you enjoy. Also be careful with this song. Just a warning.

A shadow ballerina in a ball.
The place was burned down.
With a ghostly call.
The little girl in a burnt gown.

She spins to music coming from air.
Soft and gracefully dancing with a smile.
Her skin pale and fair.

A shadow mist surrounds her ghost.
With another girl by her side.
She won't take her as a host.
The teen isn't running to hide.

They're together for all time with flowing hair.
They are shadows in a ball.
The black char floats in the air.
Black char floats around them as I lean on a wall.

The building is pure black.
The teen in a longer dress.
I bet the little girl's life was out of whack.
She does look like a mess.

Poor child they are shadows in a ball.
The girls see me and put me in white tule.
They led the way and helped me if I fall.
They told me every rule.

I was dancing with them and having fun.
The girl brought food for her and me to eat.
The girl shot with a gun.
I see the girl as a ghost in her seat.

They were a great dancer.
The little girl aims the gun and begins to aim at me.
I used to be diagnosed with cancer.
So I thank her for never leaving me be.

We dance in our new home in the hall.
Good thing I explained the loop to them and have fun.
We are shadows in a ball.
We never even saw the sun.

I noticed something that gave me a shock.
The little girl was my daughter.
The older one was my wife in every clock.
We are all in a slaughter.

The loop will soon take me away.
But it didn't happen.
As dance the waltz and sway.
My life will never sappen.

I noticed we are all wearing tule.
A tule and lace dress.
It is definitely a rule.
That our life is a mess.