What’s Love Got to Do With It?

In a private dancer’s world,
We seek the best,
But the river deep runs cold,
As we wrestle with our unrest.

Proud Mary rolls on,
And we try to keep pace,
But we find it hard to feel,
In this often lonely space.

Simply the Best?
We wear our masks so well,
But underneath the armour,
It’s a story we seldom tell.

Let’s stay together,
In this fight for what’s right,
For we all need a hand,
To help guide us through the night.

So when it feels like a nutbush,
Remember, you’re not alone,
There’s strength in sharing shadows,
And healing in the unknown.