'she Danced With Me First'
A father.
Is a daughter's partner.
Their Life is a dance.
Where he only gets one chance.
To lead her across the floor.
To turn her away from wrong doors.
Sometimes it twists and turns.
Both hearts burn.
With pain.
Then it's ok again.
They just sway.
The dance is slow.
Away they go.
Smiling.
And laughing.
Then another change.
The steps, the beat all rearrange.
But they find a way.
In time they stay.
With the beat.
Their eyes meet.
He couldn't love her more.
As they move across the floor.
A man steps in, says dance with me.
Now she's his wife to be.
Dad lets go.
Goes with the flow.
He doesn't hate or curse.
He looks at him, and says, remember she danced with me first.
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