It truly is a beautiful form of art

The beauty that never leaves since the start.

The laughs, the joy, the love it brings

And it is all sealed with a deadly ring.

It truly is a hard form of art.

The struggle that always seems to stay in it's part.

Yet all it needs from you

Is the life of yours so blue

So that they take what's truly left of you.

Ice skating is wonderful, it is so gracious.

Yet the grace doesn't last, if it's so spontaneous.

You may slip, you may fall,

Cause an injury from it all.

Then you're healed you get back up,

And eventually, the cycle repeats

And once again, you're down from your step-up.