You were so young to say goodbye, little child.

We didnt think that you would die, little child.

We held your hand and wondered why, little child.

He is the God of the living; not the God of the dead,

He is always present with you now, and gone far ahead.


Im Ok Mom & Dad - you dont have to worry about me,

You just wait and one day - we will be together again.    (REPEAT)

Im free now, no more pain...

In a beautiful garden where a flower never dies

He is standing here by me,

In a place where no one cries,

In a place prepared for us when we meet Him in the skies.

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Blue Ballerina was written for those who have lost someone because of a crime.