And on the day
the Angels cried,
my spirit, seeking
truth, still tried…
To make some sense
of what life was.
And see if it
was just because…
Someone before me
led the way…
Or was it as
some others say?
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Was life a plan
or just by chance?
And will I see
the Angels dance?
Who knew the path
that I would take,
when from the womb
I first did break.
Yet, on that day
the Angels smiled.
They had agreed
of this lovely child…
This one should be a dancer!