• here in my arms i watch as she lies
    knowing that there is nothing i can do, she dies

    i still can remember that smiling girl
    a beautiful ballerina lost in her own little world

    of course now she is not so young
    a mother she is of a beautiful son

    a husband who waits by her holding her hand
    makes me smile because she married a wonderful man

    and now as i look at her here in my arms
    i know that her spirit dances on