Power

Line dancing as viewed from a distance

Power

Bass pumps harshly through the solid floor

Pounding rhythms forcing the soul to rise.

Forcing movement as if through cadence

Unison movement as all follow beat

One out of line, destroys the flow.

They call it dance, but only in numbers

No spirit found as souls move as one

Smiles abound no matter the beat

For in that night on that floor

All danced as one.