The Dancing Queens

The Dancing queen

When spirits sink and hearts grow low,
Behold—the first faint steps begin to show.
A dance awakens, strange and grand,
As ancient rhythms guide the hand.

Their spirits stir within our feet,
Their timeless rhythm, fierce and sweet.
A sacred dance from ages past,
Whose ancient magic still shall last.

With every step, our hearts grow strong,
We carry their rhythm all night long.
Through every trial, through every tale,
We rise, we dance, we shall prevail—
The Dancing Queens shall never fail!

For when defeat draws ever near,
We dance away the doubt and fear.
With every step, our fate we change—
And turn the loss to victory's range.