Ballerina

As I child I was dreaming my oversized dream

A Ballerina was all I wanted to be

in front of the mirror I turned back and forth

And I wore my mothers old petticoats

We had no money – the family was poor

And we knew noone who could open a door

There was no chance – noone who offered

My parents felt how much I suffered

But I never gave up – I worked more than hard

I mowed the lawn – I swept the yard

I trained until I dropped to the ground

Bloody toes were the credit to my open account

I´ve toiled for so many years

So many times I swallowed my tears

But my diligance and zeers was rewared

Success came not even retarded

cause I never gave up – I worked more than hard

I mowed the lawn – I swept the yard

I trained until I dropped to the ground

Bloody toes were the credit to my open account

Today I´m the prima ballerina

I dance in our opera house

In the front row I place my parents

besides my children and my sweet loving spouse

Song Collab Hervé Southman from France and Melani Cholie from Germany. Piano - Vocal Ballade about not giving up Dreams