Dance

"Take me by the hand,
Make me walk on wattery sands.
Dont let go-
Hold me close
As we fly away ever so slow..
Let it be above sunflower fields
As you sing for the love it yields.."

But,
Life can't be this,
It cant be flowers and songs or sands,
It has to be more than holding hands.

It will see us in a different mood
Once we choose-
Yes,choose-to move away and brood.
Brood about why we met,laughed and played,
Or why it was that we eva prayed!

'Tis like this that life will go....
go on without love or laugh or play.

For it is the dance of life that will make us all sway.