She put on her ballerina slippers
and tied them up real tight...

It\\\'s a wonderland to dreamers
filled with purple, pink and blue...

I can see the fire in your heart
you left it burning there for me...

Your gentle whispers of unspoken words
gracefully cross my cheek...

She's curled up in a corner
her eyes are black and blue...

The loss of a little one
the tears fall down my face...

Her head rests on my shoulder
as I rock her to sleep...

Her hand wraps around my finger
and a tear falls down my face...

Where do broken hearts go, one asked
where do they go when all is lost...

Happiness lingers,
a gentle touch...