The Dance

 

Let me start off by saying that I do NOT own the rights to this song or this photo.

The Dance

Looking back on the memory of

The dance we shared 'neath the stars above

For a moment all the world was right

How could I have known that you'd ever say goodbye

And now I'm glad I didn't know

The way it all would end, the way it all would go

Our lives are better left to chance

I could have missed the pain

But I'd have had to miss the dance

Holding you, I held everything

For a moment wasn't I the king

If I'd only known how the king would fall

Hey, who's to say, you know I might have changed it all

And now I'm glad I didn't know

The way it all would end, the way it all would go

Our lives are better left to chance

I could have missed the pain

But I'd have had to miss the dance

If our lives are better left to chance

Oh, our lives are better left to chance

Oh, our lives are better left to chance

I could have missed the pain

But I'd have had to miss the dance

So now, my interpretation of this song.  I'm thinking that memories are considered as a dance.  Every time I hear this song, it makes me think of my Grandma and the memories I have of her.  Each memory being like a dance.  My brother and I were adopted at the age 6 (myself) and 5 (my brother).  The very first dance was when her and her work got together and sponsored my brother and I by giving us lots of toys and clothes.  Other dances were feeding horses, filling up tubs with water for the cows, learning to ride horses. Also staying the weekend with her and the best of them all, Christmas.  Many Dances. I really, really miss my Grandma Billie.  Until we meet agian...