She dances though the world with grace
And never will she find
A more supportive and loving face
Then this old face of mine.
She tumbles through the world with passion
But ever should she fall
Or be mistreated in any fashion
She wouldn’t even need to call
For I’ll be there within the shadows
Waiting for her slightest need
There to soothe away her woes
With compassion, any deed.
