Caution I threw,

Your shoes, I should have fit,

To wipe every tear drop, I failed.

Yet, Dame, you made a way.

In silence, you built,

But, emulation far from me,

Bright lights blinded; still I was,

All made sense then.

Fame was graceful,

The fall, pitiful,

Smiles faded,

All made sense then.

Dame, make a way for me,

The clock I can’t change,

But, the steps I will retrace,

Late is my plea,

Yet, to flip the page all I ask,

Dame, be merciful,

It all makes sense now.