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