THE LOST DANCE
by DAVID RUSSELL MOSS
MAY 19,1996/1998/3
THE THOUGHT OF YOU IS FLOWING,
IN THE VALLEY OF MY MIND.
RUNNING WITH YOU SLOWLY,
I CAN SEE A PLACE IN TIME.
SUMMER OF THE LASTING DAY,
UPON MY MEMORY.
THE MAKING OF THIS STORY,
IS THE SIMPLE START FOR ME, YEA!
ONCE UPON A TIME YOU CAME TO ME FOR A DANCE.
TRAVELING WITH FRIENDS, DID I FIND A NEW ROMANCE.
THE NIGHT WAS YOUNG, AND NEW TO ME.
I DID NOT FEEL A SOUL.
THE PLEASURE OF A LOVE,
IN A WOMAN, I COULD NOT HOLD.
SO MANY DANCING PARTNERS, YET I WAS SO SHY.
LITTLE DID I KNOW, I SHOULD TRY.
ROMANCE WAS WAITING, I DID NOT REALIZE.
ALL I COULD DO, WAS SIGH.
TIME HAS SLIPPED INTO THE PAST,
THE FURTHER I HAD GONE.
SO THE EMPTINESS WAS TRADED.
TRADED FOR A SONG.
I SEE IT HAPPENED ONCE AGAIN,
WHEN I HAD THE CHANCE.
GATHERING OF FRIENDS.
I MISSED ANOTHER DANCE.
CAUGHT UP IN THE MOMENT,
OF YOUR SMILE, I COULD NOT MOVE.
SO I SING THIS STORY,
I HAVE WRITTEN IT FOR YOU.
SO MANY DANCING PARTNERS, YET I WAS SO SHY.
LITTLE DID I KNOW, I SHOULD TRY.
ROMANCE WAS WAITING, I DID NOT REALIZE.
ALL I COULD DO, WAS SIGH.