Flower

Flower is her name, my quarantine girl.

My little ballerina you rocked our lives and never.

Nothing was the same again.

Dance my flower dancer like you always do.

She was the light for many, In days of full pandemic.

Welcome you quarantine girl.

Your internet connections, to our lives you gave direction.

Felt like you're near me.

We are your lovely crowd, the one you made laugh.

Doing crazy thing online, kept us busy thinking

See you dancing on the line.

Flower is her name, my quarantine girl.

My little ballerina you rocked our lives and never.

Nothing was the same again.

Dance my flower dancer like you always do.

Traveling with bubbles, adventure never ends,

Memories you made with your friends.

Your sister always there, supporting and guiding,

Looks like you when she's smiling.

Concerts and dancing bring so much cheer, in those moments, nothing to fear,

Music healing our soul, complete and whole.

Venice channels and brad paisley are your world.

Flower is her name, my quarantine girl.

My little ballerina you rocked our lives and never.

Nothing was the same again.

Dance my flower dancer like you always do.

Maybe is so weird to thank a global tragic year,

But is why you appeared to give us another gear.

I will never forget the march of 2020.

You gave love without getting a penny.

Flower is her name, my quarantine girl.

My little ballerina you rocked our lives and never.

Nothing was the same again.

Dance my flower dancer like you always do.