The BallerinaRain isn't falling,It's just getting colder tonight;Says the ballerina,Trying with all her might.She dances on my tongue,Like it's a stage that she's stuck on;But she stumbles and trips,She has done it all wrong.She does it over and over,Trying to get us to understand;If only she could rememberTo write her thoughts on her hand.Her speech is bad,Doesn't really know how to use words:She said if she was gracefulEnough, she'd fly away with all the birds.Run away from all theStorms and hurricanes waiting to crash;As the audience gets angry,Smashing her head against the dash.She sees the world,But not in th