Girl On A Ball

Would you focus upon what it is that you see, is it balance, agility or grace within me?
That captures the attention of those that look on, take your eye off the ball in a n heartbeat it's gone,
Let me now entertain you as my trapeze it soars, and I'll land on my feet to most thunderous applause,
Then some guy with a paint brush will capture it all, in a painting worth millions they'll hang on the wall,
Or behind glass in some gallery for people to gaze, but what of the story it tells of those day's,
Not the day's basked in darkness,or the days when we sinned, but the days when I soared on trapeze like the wind,
With adrenalin searing, nerve, fibre and vein, as I flew like the North wind, came down like the rain,
The time of my life and unable to stop, as the audience drive me on, neath the big top,
But It can end in a moment with one single fall, and that's why I became then..this girl on a ball.