Everyone can be Cinderella, just add a little elastic to the back of the glass slipper.
Every child should be getting the same grades with the same teaching style.
Everyone can climb the rock wall during gym
And everyone can draw and color at the same level in art.
We’re all the same ages here, so we should all be going through the same things.
We should all want the same things for Christmas,
And we should all get the same first car,
And we can all start shopping together.
We are all one person after all,
Everyone can be Cinderella, just add a little elastic to the back of the glass slipper.

I have a skyline of emotion-
A silhouetted city.
It’s all dark- all shapes as you
Look in.
Ups and downs, and you can’t tell
Anything apart.
Different heights and different lows-
All starting from the ground up.
It’s dark as you look in-
Look in at the silhouetted city.

But looking out,
Oh goodness that’s different.
Always looking out from the highest roof tops or the lowest of basements.
You see the colors the sun casts.
Spread over the water or over the streets,
Over the souls.
You can’t see the other buildings as you look
out
It’s where you are- looking out at the colors
Staring as it sparkles and shines-
You don’t see the darkness that you stand in-
You don’t see the whole picture.
You see only what lies outside of that window.
I have a skyline of emotion, a silhouetted city,
Looking in.
But looking out
I have a spectrum of colors,
An array of different heights,
An array of different feelings.
Looking out-
That’s all that matters.

The drumming of our hearts reverberated through the air,
Filling me up; forcing the laughter out of me,
faster and faster--
louder.
Your fist slammed and slapped down on the table,
tears sprinted from your eyes
but that over powering, illuminating smile never left your face.
That music kept pouring from your lips,
splashing over the floor, flooding the house--perhaps the block.
Our laughing didn’t die, not for a very long, wonderful while.
I was drowning in your chords and notes that make up that beautiful howling.
I was drowning and I was happy and I was laughing and I was crying.
The feeling of being so happy you just want to cry can persuade anyone to fall in love.
You kept punching the table, adding to the harmony of our mutual happiness.
Your smile.
Your laugh.
It’s all music; all a concert
I’m just glad you let me be your audience.
Thank you.