She was jumping and hopping with her face in all smiles-
Too caught in the moment of playful tricks and disguise.
With her favorite doll, she ran after the colorful butterfly
Poor little girl did not know that her father just died.
She danced and whistled a tune so happy and gay;
And tapped her red shoes to a thousand worlds away
She giggled and laughed, oblivion to sadness and pain.
She could not understand but the skies are ash gray.
She grew up with pictures and stories about a man too dusty to recall.
Of a man whom she knew out of distant phone calls.
Who always reminded her that she was his greatest love above all
And with that gripping loss, she stopped living- her life has a vast hole.
"If only I could tap these red shoes and be with him"-the woman plead
Fly away from her darkness falsely kindled by lost men and their embraces
The crippling pain of not belonging dawned her existence to bleed
Beyond her blank stares, she could see hopelessness and obliterated spaces.
