A Letter from Urban Street - Sarah P.

Maybe this day will come now

And I’ll dance with my star

Someone told me better not to grieve you

He said three- four weeks that only were you

Maybe this day will come now

And I’ll dance with my star

Someone told me mother bad I would be

He said that stuff too many I’ve got on my plate

Maybe this day will come now

And I’ll dance with my star

Maybe this day will come now

And I’ll dance with my star

To fifteen stars I’m wishing now may you be fine May you dance and happy be and

clouds climb If you were here I’d give it all to you

Such precious little thing you’d be of that I’m sure

Maybe this day will come now

And I’ll dance with you my star