She Dances,
Footsteps like raindrops.
Her mind freely dancing,
Twirling and Curling.
She dances for everything she has,
Her heart and soul.
Dancing across the sky,
She’s a little Ballerina.
Her Daddy watches,
She’s his little Angel
She can do no Wrong.
When she’s dancing
Dancing, Curling and Twirling,
For everything she has.
Her heart, mind and soul.
She’s her daddy’s little Angel.
-h.newman
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