Cinderella Theme

My clothes aren't tattered.
And I've no ball to attend.
But my mind is scrambled,
and my pain doesn't end.

They all smile and shine,
like the marble I clean.
They all don't see me,
And it's quite mean.

My voice dampens the mood,
so of course I shrink back.
So sorry I ruined it,
so I guess I deserved that.

Perhaps their annoyance in me is definate,
And yes, they truly dislike how I run.
I can't wait to see their despondent faces
when it is I who shines like the sun.

Right now they throw dirt on me.
But the soil fertilizes my seed.
Soon I shall grow strong and happy.
Soon, I shall succeed.

Step Ma might find me a fly.
And a tiny sore right now.
But I am determined to find
a way to impress her somehow.

My Da isn't gone.
But his image is faded.
Just like a picture in a newspaper
that's wisely outdated.

Now I, in my state of brainstorm,
shall wait until my time.
Where i'll rise the sun
And truly learn to shine.