Music Box Dancer
Once upon a time
So full of grace
Like a music box dancer
She soared through life
A welcomed addition
To the human race
Only 17 she was
When in marched the cancer
Cancer in the form of an evil man
Never did she imagine
The destruction to come
Body mind and soul
Broken like stained glass
I see the distant beauty in her eyes
Mascara spilling her dreams on the pavement
Melting into different hues of the rainbow
She had lost herself completely
Going through the motions of her life
Like performing marionettes
To forgive and somehow forget
Was always within her to my amazement
Over time she learned to turn a blind eye
She just didn’t have any more tears to cry
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