Waltz for Debby

	In her own sweet world
	Populated by dolls and clowns
	And a prince and a big purple bear.
	Lives my favorite girl,
	Unaware of the worried frowns
	That we weary grown ups all wear.
	In the sun she dances to silent music,
	Songs that are spun of gold
	Somewhere in her own little head.
	One day all too soon
	She'll grow up and she'll leave her dolls
	And her prince and her silly old bear.
	When she goes they will cry
	As she whispers "Good-bye."
	They will miss her I fear
	But then so will I.