Little Ballerina
a precious girl
so young and free
came up to me
and told me what she wanted
to be
i want to be a ballerina
she said
but shhe didnt understand
her every wish was my great
command
that was years ago
and man o man
they went by so slow she hates
the days
i know because its all she says
i told her to stick with it
She told me I'm full of shit
i told her to stick with her
dreams
but she just runs and screams
but on the stage
I can see her features change
into somthing new
they become bright
with a certain kind of light
and it reaches out to me
i wish i could describe
the way it makes me feel inside
its love that is unknown
and its my little girl all
grown
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