Dreamed it
Lived it
Then my prince came
Married me
Carried me
Over the doorstep
Then I woke up
Six kids
No job
Living on you
Working at some store
Late
Come home nights
Sleep days
Until you get up
And work again
Then you yell
We don't have enough
We never will
The little girl
Mine
Walks up to me
She brings a book
Read to me
She cries
So I read
When I'm done
She says
I want to be like Cinderella
And I say nothing
Speechless in her words
Cinderella on the floor
Rags on me