The wind in the trees took nearly all the leaves

And like the memories of you there were left but a few

When I think back to times past.

No baseball games or playing in the rain,

No doll houses made or lemonade

When water trickled down the sides

Of drinking cups sitting in the shade...

And when I cried at Christmas time

Because my dreams didn’t come true

And when I kept

Secrets as I slept

Upon my pillow as I wept

Sometimes I longed for a dad

Who would rock me in his arms

And sing to me

And put a bandage on my hurts

And dry the tears

And calm my fears

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