Silent soulful cries shed by distressed damsels
Call upon the heart of hopes in her sleep
With a wave of wand heartbreak farewells
Grants maidens eternal happiness to keep
She’s not a flabby, fluffy old folk
Just a girl graced with generosity
Weaving royalty romance with a single stroke
Watching prince and princess kiss to infinity
And she follows the scene with such longing
How does one give hope in sacrifice of love?
Why are chances given up for other’s wishing
And part with your prince to put others above?
Do godmothers ever win the man in the armour
Or is a chance at love just something to hope for?