Father,
Make her dance even in the storm.
Make her dance with graceful form.
Make her dance a new dance.
Make her dance, heart for you, fullest romance.
Make her dance, even through darkest hour.
Make her dance, even when the world has gone sour.
Make her dance, even through famine.
Make her dance, when, her mind, you examine.
Make her dance when she hears your voice.
Make her dance, because it is her delight and choice.
Make her dance in the lightly falling rain.
Make her dance despite her bodily pain.
Make her dance when things are good, or bad.
Make her dance when others around her are mad.
She was crafted to bring you joy.
Make her dance.
About the Creator
Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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