But Elizabeth! You dance in a world that tells you dancing in the middle of the street is a silly thing to do
Elizabeth! How do you still lift your feet when the frowning woman in aisle 4 wants to put chains around your ankles?
Elizabeth! How do you still twirl your heart out when the old man at the train station muttering under his breath (Freak! Take it inside, no one wants to see that) wants to cut your wings and throw them on the dirty tracks with old soda cans and gum?
Elizabeth! How do you dance when the world wants to see you walking? Is there freedom in your feet that refuses to let go? Elizabeth! You tell me the freedom's in your soul?