North Carolina ballerina,
Lady of the Piedmont,
she, so sterling,
entered God's garden of youth,
she died from the selfishness of a drunk driver,
my heart's rage roars,
Elena, Elena, the anguish, the grief,
has tattered my soul,
the rain gently cascades from the ash sky,
from the cup of the ages,
I drink the acrid taste of bitter tragedy,
justice was denied!
The dew glistens on the white roses of innocence,
like tears on an infant's cheeks,
Elena, Elena, North Carolina ballerina,
Yet Death passes into Life,
Her beauty and grace, as if a swan
gliding on gilded dreams,
Her legacy still dwells in our midst.
In loving memory of Elena Shapiro.