MusicBoxDancer

You walk in the room and you're wearing a frown

You reach for the shelf and cradle it down

The Music Box Dancer what does it prove

Only that you need to see a statue that moves

A tutu of satin bordered with lace

Slender lines agile legs a wonderland face

Her beauty is balanced an immovable pose

Eternally destined to remain on her toes

Music Box Dancer she is only a toy

Project upon her your dreams of wanting life's joy

She's perched on her stand and never will part

A final gaze upon her now the music will start

You wind the doll up it's nostalgic because

You've been here before so give one final pause

To dream of the future to reflect on the past

Music Box Dancer start your whirling at last

The room fills with music such a cute song

Watching her go 'round and 'round she's where she belongs

Bring joy to the watchers spreading a glow

Whenever wound up she'll put on a good show

Music Box Dancer do you think or believe

She could step off her box if she wanted to leave

So easy it is twirl around with such grace

Staying in her circle she remains in one place

Such a brief moment a small time to spend

The dancing will slow soon the music will end

In real life we're plastic nature's unfair

How can we breathe life how can we share

The knowledge and insights hidden in tombs

We're all Music Box Dancers all alone in our rooms

We sit on our shelves where objects reside

We don't allow the music to get right inside

Music Box Dancer's now completely alone

No winder or no listener because nobody's home

How long before someone will re wind the spring

The room will now be witness and silence can't sing