Victory, she smiles on us
The small things make the day
When the dance is gone and over
Still she does not sway
Happiness a garland
Of thoughts upon her brow
The joy of all the little things
We are all infected now
Dance my ballerina
Step around my mind
I love the little presents
Your presence leaves behind
Sing my ballerina
Now that the day is gone
It must have been the Lord above
Who gifted you with song
Always sure of foot
Is my dancer friend
She knows just what to say
To make the panic end
I miss her so already
Only miles apart are we
But so far seems the chasm
That separates her and me
BFF never fit so well
Our bond is that and more
Is it a sin she makes me smile
When she walks through the door?
I always have the seat
On either of her sides
What's this warm and fuzzy feeling
I have on my insides?
Philia not filia
It fits the ancestry
A bond of battle woven
Hard won loyalty
