Life, with your flow, I dance
And with your course, I sway
Sometimes with smiles which help me prance
Sometimes with tears, painfully red or grey
Life, beautiful for the lucky ones
Seen as the enjoyers, the swans
As for me, with my faith blooming
And with my youth blossoming
I pine, and yearn, like the Holy Queen
For the love of my years as a teen
Where are you prince charming?
For your warm heart I am searching!
Life is a dance, whether a tango or a ballet
I live it with the zeal of an anklet
When I swirl and fly over the mountains
In my mind, I am rid of all pains
My own life, filled with my own strife
Fate shall you be kind to me in my afterlife
If I perform my moves with grace
And give the world a much needed solace?
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