Cinderella
Cinderella

Who are you?
Such a
forlorn
soul

Working
your life
away

Inside
a prison
of your own
making

Cinderella
Cinderella
When you pass
the mirror

Is it you or  Snow white
laughing back
at you
With hair black
as night
As her sad eyes
gaze into
your life

Who's the fairest
in the land?

Cinderella
with golden hair
of sand
Spun inside
the life of your soul

Eyes that sparkle
like the stars
Setting your life aglow

Cinderella
Cinderella
Working the day
away
Mopping floors
scrubbing till
the sweat falls
from your face upon the floor

Cinderella
Cinderella
Where is your prince
charming?

He turned into a toad
and left you
standing by the pumpkin
As he jumped
into the stream
and floated
away
upon his dreams

Cinderella
Cinderella
Where are
your dreams?

By Weeping willow
(c)2012