Well Xmas time is on it's way with invites thick and fast
I wonder if I dare to dance how long my legs will last
Dancing was my forte so many many years ago
But now my body fails me, I just do not have the flow.
Part of me would love to just get out there and jive
And throw my arms up in the air and tell them I'm alive
My legs they have no rythym, they just do their own thing
And once were I would be on stage, I can no longer sing.
You'll find me in the corner, hidden behind the Xmas tree
I can't drink booze no longer, for me it's just a simple tea
Everyone is having fun, and the laughter is a plenty
But when I think of all my woes my heart just seems so empty.
Oh look they're doing the Conga, all joined up in a line
They say to me come join the fun, no you go I'll be fine
So was it really worth the struggle to get ready to have fun
When here I sit upon my butt, aren't I the lonely one.
But if I sit and think a while and tell myself it's nowt
At least I got the chance today to dress and then go out
I listen to the music and my head begins to sway
And this will be the only way I am joining in with this today.
But people should be grateful that I even made it there at all
As they don't understand my plight as I begin to fall
So in my head I tell myself I could always take the chance
And I offer out my own invite, Come on Fibro....let's dance.