We dance the song we need to sing
That breathe of life; each step on stage
It is a torture we often find!
A physical poem we see come to light;
An agony that moves the mind to cry:
Creation is our destiny;
the birth-pains to which brings the light!
Oh so glorious the light!
So welcome the pain!
Our hearts are rendered open!
Bloody! Hot! We feel its pain
It is life; that suckling of our needs
Love’s lustful drink; our passions fulfilled
As we dance within our dreams