The porcelain princess circles the stage of the music box
In the center of a crystal dome
Her arms frozen in a beautiful pose
But that was all it was
It wasn't enough
She was made to create wonder
In the bright eyes of the little girl
But she couldn't see that it was hollow
Painted to fit her own fragile little world
And it works
As long as it stays on that shelf
Singing it's haunting melody
Mesmerizing the mind
As a siren of the sea
It weaves dreams of beauty
In the young girls head
Telling her what it means to be pretty
While she lies in her bed
Yet it ends
With a light nudge
The crystal dome shatters
Along with the princess inside
And the fatal crime is revealed
The illusion of that painted world remains
Hanging along with the stale air
The last broken tones suspending
With the harmony meant to ensnare
The little girl nursed the cut on her hand
Inflicted by the fall
And yet she didn't know that the beautiful little princess
In that pristine little world cut much deeper than any piece of glass ever could.