I'm fretting how the wee girl cried,
how her mama tried,
and bled inside as her angel
all at once distraught
her world in pieces
come to naught.

One little dancers dress forgotten,
one sweet girls day
turned so rotten.

"I want to scoop her up" I heard,
all our minds saying the same words,
GO ON mum, give her a kiss,
a hug or a squeeze, don't be remiss.

Will today live on in her heart,
a ten year old girls day fallen apart?
Or will she be strong , and take her next chance,
the wee little girl with the tears at the dance.