As she closes her eyes
to blind the world
of the tears
inside of this desperate girl.

She closes her eyes
to dance and sing
and pretend that
all right is everything.

The enchantment you know
in books you've read
is what she pretends to be
in her room; in her head.

Twirling about
like a queen.
Forgetting her troubles
and forgetting what was last seen.

Her brain becomes washed
with pictures of romance.
Her lips paralysed
to words of enchantment.

A sensation runs down her
with glitter and galore
making her feet
barely touch the floor.

Her eyes closed gently
not letting them open.
But inside of her eyelids
they lay and just glisten.

A smile upon her face
(something not seen for days)
she caresses the music in her head
and upon the wind her hair lays.

Pretending to be something
she never will be.
But not knowing this
she thinks it will be reality.

Caressing the wind
with words so sweet.
A voice so beautiful
but one you'll never greet.

She is wearing an apron and dress
but this she'd never believe!
For in her eyes
a gown and glitter is all she sees.

Pure golden accesories
with a gown of silk.
Becoming filthy rich
she becomes numb to guilt.

The floor below her
sparkles with reflections of the skies.
In reality it's only wood
covered with old tears she has cried.

The pearls she wears underneath her eyes
glimmer in the evening's light.
Her baby soft hands touching
a man of marriage; she might.

Dancing in her room
with an apron and socks.
Don't tell her she is dreaming
as it is to her, she is not.

* * *
Caressing the winds
with breath so sweet.
The sparkling skies above her
cry in her defeat.

Twirling and dancing
with eyes now closed so tight
in fear that if she opens them
reality will come back to her sight.

I wouldn't dream
of letting her know
her dreams
will have to go.

She wouldn't mind
if you laughed at her dreams
because she'd close her eyes
and start to dance and sing.

She sweats not once
while dreaming of a dream
and twirling around
on air, as it seems.

Humming along
to the music in her head
keeping her dream alive and well
and with desire it must be fed.