Blue water fan, a Tongan man, returning to his place of birth.
Searching eye, a pirates smile, you've chosen to share your self.
Ballerina you should have seen him dancing in that blue.
Now he's with me, always with me, tiny dancer in my head.
Oh how it feels surreal being here, remembering you,
only you, and I can see you, and I can feel you ...
Show me, show me tiny dancer.
Count the moments that you gave.
Lay me down in sheets of sunlight.
We had a wondrous day that day.