I know how it feels to be invited to the ball

To be center stage, afraid I will fall

To stand on the precipice of life

And to walk on the thickest of ice

This seems to be what it actually means to move on

To consider memories to be gone

To leave something powerful in the past

And to believe myself free at last

I carefully put on my uniform and I stand

I reach to those eyes watching with my hand

We all said a last and a first goodbye

I look back; just once letting myself cry