Just One Dance

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Little girl born in a wheelchair,
Soft blue eyes, curly brown hair,
Watched as the other kids played and ran,
Never was one to hold my hand,
But still was happy as could be.
Asked nothing of life, nothing of me,

Except one dance
“Please, just one dance –
Forget all the ribbons and the romance.
I’d just like to ask
For just one dance,
One dance standing on my own two feet.”

As the years passed on,
Her arms grew strong
But her legs would still not move,
And I saw from her eyes pass her youth.
But still she laughed and smiled
And all the while

She wanted nothing
Except one dance.
“Please just one dance –
Forget all the ribbons and the romance.
I’d just like to ask
For just one dance,
One dance standing on my own two feet.”

Her big wedding day came ‘round.
Her groom stood tall, handsome, proud.
And her father wheeled her down the aisle.
Her face was shining from her smile,
And at their reception
She asked her man just one question:

“Please, can we dance?
Please just one dance –
Forget all the ribbons and the romance.
I’d like to ask
For just one dance,
One dance standing on my own two feet,”

Her husband stood her up carefully,
Placed her toes on his own two feet.
The band struck up their wedding song,
And the moment she had waited on,
Dying to dance her whole life long
His arms held her safe and warm…

And she got her dance
She got to dance!
Forgetting all the ribbons and the romance,
Yes, she had asked
For just one dance,
One dance standing on her own two feet.

The music slowed to an end.
He twirled her one more time and then
He placed carefully down back in her chair.
And he ran his hand through her soft brown hair.
He kissed her dearly, loved her clearly
But she could hardly see through her tears…

She got her dance!
Yes, just one dance,
Forgetting all the ribbons and the romance.
Yes, she had asked
For just one dance
One dance standing on her own two feet.

And every year from then,
When the music played again,
He’d lift her up on her feet,
Twirl her long, slow, and sweet,
And she would dance.
Yes, she would dance
To the rhythm and the romance
She got to dance
More than just one dance.
She was satisfied through and through:
Loved and sweet and happy, too.

She got her dance.





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