Waiting for her song…she can be found
Patiently growing…and healing around
She cannot see…she’s dancing still
Her heart it dances…with dreams and thrills
She laughs at silly things…I miss that sweet laugh
Waiting for something…thinking she lacks
She’s still dancing…I can see in her heart
This dance it is different…she’s no longer part
Of the shallow and hollow…world all around
There’s depth to her soul and mud on her face
This dance is different there is not a trace
Of the girl she once knew…except from her face
The stare of a woman she patiently waits

Waiting for her song…