Once Upon A Time,
there was a little girl
with a soul big as the sky and a heart that echoed in the ground
when she would lay in the grass
and roll down the hill
to the laughing creek.
she loved everything
even the creepy crawlies
and the scary bats
and the caterpillars her brother left in her bed.
the bad kids didn't hate her
never kicked mud at her
because who could hate something so good?
so pure and light?
but things like that don't last.
they simply can't.
This girl had dreams, so many dreams.
crazy dreams, big dreams,
little girl dreams.
she dreamed about the future
and it was so bright.
full of love and sunshine.
and no one told her.
because who could darken something so bright?
who would make her doubt and question?
who would wake her up?
well as you can guess, like any other fairytale,
years passed and the girl grew up in a tower,
and when she was 10 she pricked her finger
and woke herself up.
so when the prince came,
she only saw the beast inside
and wouldn't let him near.
as her golden hair grew so long and longer
she pulled herself out of the tower.
because she broke the rules
a shard of glass lodged in her heart
making her icy cold and empty.
and she was fine. she could live now.
chase those dreams.
she was going to travel the world.
who needs a heart anyway?
she made seven friends
and kissed a bunch of frogs just for the heck of it
and when she got tired
wanted to go home,
the girl realized she had no home
no hearth, no singing birds, no fairy godmother
no happy ending.
and she cried her diamand and emerald tears
and grew old.