Analysis of The Dancer

She was sixteen in this crazy world,
She had big dreams and her hair was curled,
Just a young daddy's girl,
Who loved to twirl.
Her dream was to be a dancer,
But she couldn't find the answer,
How to get to the top,
Without getting dropped.
Her spirit was strong,
As she would sing along,
To her favourite song.

Tragedy struck,
A case of bad luck,
She broke her back,
And her spirit began to lack.

Her sister helped her through,
And she knew,
She would reach it someday,
Maybe not today,
But in the future.