Diane

What we were feeling, can never be undone, left us reeling , when you waltzed off alone, left us gone, where else but from home, freedom is a sense of being, unlike with us little ones, given away screaming, our shrunken tiny bones, in rooms that were no fun, who couldn't pray to God, but listened on their knees, to voices calling from above, if he heard our keening, now look how we’ve grown, our path shining come, varnish brightens our toes, we’ll dance again soon.