Would You Like To Dance
I am afraid
of how this one might end
it's almost like my decisions
might be my friend
If I play my weary hand just right
I might be happy for all my life
Yet still there is uncertainty
About what my future will be
Will it be mine? Pure happiness?
Or will I never see
her long white dress?
Will I ever take her from the isle
if I miss this chance?
I think I couldn't
I know I wouldn't.
So I'll ask her
Would you like to dance?
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