The Harlow Story

Tiny feet dance along Quiet and mischievous

Yet the footprints are embedded Submerging deeper Into the madness

You will laugh You will cry

Deep down the silent stomping Continues Footsteps dropping and falling

Agonizing ticks A ticklish itch Violent twitch

(Scratch it!) (Scratch it!)

It doesn’t matter in the end You will never stop The dancers from dancing

For the melody of sorrow Keeps them awake all night long.