When the clock strikes twelve the night is gone..
she woke up from the dream to see it was dawn..
the book was opened beside her bed
it was on the last page that said the end...
was it the end of this fairy tale?
or was it new something she would not fail..
it made her realize life is not like this story it does not end
even when you have no love to lend..
she was no cinderella not pretty in pink
but she did have a mind of her own and she could think..
she thought for a while until she came to realize
that some days would not be as clear as the skys
it could be rough and hard to deal
and she would not understand the what she did feel
and she would read the book of the prince and girl who fell
who fell in love like they they were under a spell
