Life is a whirl, Life is the wind
She smiles and dashes, dances and spins
Her legs run off as she slightly grins
And she has washed away my sins
Again, again how I forget
That the life inside it never ends
And to her heart I must just tend
So I can remember, again and again.
Her tiny hands embrace my face
And my past has left a single trace
Though we both lack of simple grace
I know that she is where, I hold my faith.