ballets roses the pink ballet
you might dance for soldiers
high upon your toes
it might be forever
for soldiers never know
and the music might not stop
and no one will ever notice
and some clever man will put pen to page
ballet's roses
and i'd love to see you dance again
but they won't let me in
and i'd love to hold you close again
like i imagine you do him
i see dancers In the darkness
tried to catch one on my nose
falling in the snow
ballets rose
with my nose against the window
my mind against the fire
i told my brother you went away
he called me a ballet liar
there are soldiers marching in the streets
and dancers in the halls
ballet's roses are silent now
Copyright© michael dennis/fast eddie press 1979