Boots

Her boots strike the ground
When no one's around
She breaks into dance
When given the chance

This is her therapy
For broken heart malady
Tip-tap on her toes
Gets rid of her woes

Ground

Crouched to the ground
In the fumes of the day
She's crawling around
In the game that they play

One lap and another
On a circular track
In silence together
They make the attack

The fuel runs out
But they're making good time
On momentum they coast
Past the finishing line