There's language called body. And capability called expression. There are dreams that become visions. And skills that free you. You might never become "The One" but inside you always were. With devotion, with inspiration. There wasn't time you weren't dancing. Under the moon, in your sleep, with morning dew, in the rain, in the sunshine. Even now you're moving. With beats and vibrations filling your heart. Everywhere. And so you talk. And express. And dream. With your mind. Then your limbs. And your skin. You get down. Touch the ground. Your eyes screaming out of joy. Just one second and you're free. With Heaven's blessing. With God smilling. That's why you'll never stop. And you'll never forget. 'Cause you're more. You're the dance.