Swinging brown curls
Taffeta swirls
Its Annabelle's Dance
Tiny pink toes
A turned up nose
Stars in her hands
Shes tossing her stars up into the sky
Sparkling promises light up the night
She watches them gleameach one a dream
Of who she will grow up to be
Long gangly arms
Teenage charm
Its Annabelle's Dance
Spinning around
Feet kiss the ground
Shes dreaming of wild romance
She still sees the stars but sometimes they go dark
Shes turning and learning life can be hard
She isnt so sure of herself anymore
The stars arent as bright as before
Pouting red lips
Spiraling hips
Its Annabelle's Dance
Flailing about
Twirling with doubts
No-one understands
The stars are falling out of the sky
Shes losing her light and she doesnt know why
Shes still just a child in her minds eye
Whirling and writhing and dancing through life
Swinging brown curls
Taffeta swirls
Its Annabelle's Dance