A form of expression, an art form
You're dancing your heart out, turning in rhythm
The snap of cool metal blades along the ice
How it looks so serene and oh so nice
With the ice so clear blue, too pure to touch
Alike fragile glass it's all too much
For my heart to bear a beautiful sight
How I miss the ice with all my might
Skating is my way of feeling
Otherwise I'd just stare blankly at ceilings
I love the flow of the wind on my face and hair
Feeling like I'm floating on pure air
