I miss your graceful prance,
how you held your head up high.
And the way you used to dance,
under the gray and stormy sky.

When we swung across that rope,
you made me a king.
You built castles out of hope,
and made the birds sing.

Now as I stare into this churning stream,
my only thought is you.
Our kingdom's like a fading dream,
but in my heart - I know it’s true.