The Tiny Little Dancer
The tiny little dancer
Sparkled with dreams in her eyes
A band of jewels in her hair
Twinkling like stars lit the sky.
It was owned by her grandma
Before she had passed away
And she wore it when she danced
As slow music would play.
She could still hear her voice
Soft and wispy in her ear
Telling to pirouette slowly
Or she might fall on her rear.
She looked just like a angel
Twirling clean across the floor
She danced as if she had wings
As if she was destined to soar.
Now the tiny dancer was tall
But she could no longer twirl
A hazy car crippled the dreams
that once brightened her whole world.
Years later she sits smiling
With a band of jewels in her hair
And she still looks like an angel-
Even in a wheelchair.
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