The beat of a fragile new heart.

A feeble cry of a new life,

and so begins the dance of fate

The years begin to crawl, then slowly toddel on unstable legs.

Then the years learn to run and fly

Thus is the rhythm of the dance of fate.

Short, broken, foreign words turn to eloquent graceful dialect

Times of unity change to times of brokeness, darkness.

A loss, a broken heart, a new pain.

These are the steps of the dance of fate

A new face brings new joy, healing, happiness.

A bridge to help cross the void of hurt.

Like to possible love, trust, comfort, reliability, friendship

This is your partner in the dance of fate.

The years fly by, then slow

A new heart beat, a new life

A new dance of fate.