To naive for your own good
Not understanding what you should
To delicate and fragile are you
as a porcelain ballerina

The world is yours; you are the queen
You can't recognise the pain you've seen
All you feel is sorry for yourself
Drowning in your own wealth
Don't tell us it's going to be all right
We, your people, afraid of dark and light
To delicate and fragile are you
as a porcelain ballerina

Knowing not what you wish for
You ask for all and then some more
You may be happy, safe, and protected
But you'll get much more than expected
Unimportant are we; you push us aside
When the time comes, you cannot hide
To delicate and fragile are you
as a porcelain ballerina

Porcelain Ballerinas will someday break.

Written 3-28-97