The Dance

The Dance Written by Terri J. Stott I didn’t get invited to the dance But I went anyway You’d find me sitting with the ones Hoping someone would grab their hands To dance the night away Then a miracle happened, you walked over It worked, my wish made, on a 4-leaf clover You sat down, looked me in the eye and asked for my story I couldn’t believe, you were here in all your glory My story is simple really I’ve been afraid to reach out for a long time My heart stays tucked away under lock and key For the right one, the kind one, that will really see Who I am and what makes me the woman I am My heart is skipping a beat hoping you are that man So it’s not complicated, I just want to be loved For the woman I am; are you my beloved? As the music and lights glowed in the dark The answer to the question was that you were The one who had to key to my heart Who knew, the dance, was where my love would start