She holds her pillow tight,
She closes those blue eyes,
She shuts out all the light,
And inside, she dies.

Wishing upon a bright star,
Her knight never comes.
Maybe he's not far.
He might come, so she waits.

Didn't think it'd take so long,
Dust is collecting on her.
She feels that she doesn't belong,
So she waits for her sir.

She see's him coming along,
The bouncing lanterns gleam.
She waited so long.
She wakes, it was just a dream.
So now she waits.