I won’t be Rapunzel sitting in a tower,
staring out the window and dreaming of the hour
I’ll be free from my gilded cage.
I’ll rewrite the story. I will turn the page.
I’ll be the Little Mermaid stretching out my hand,
reaching toward the surface and dreaming of dry land.
I’ll be Cinderella going to the ball,
escaping from the everyday and standing there in awe.
Part of that world, more than a dream,
more than a life of espressos and cream.
I’ll live the life I’m merely dreaming of now.
Faith, hope and trust, second star to the right,
straight on ’til morning, I’ll fly through the night.
Fairytale endings, dreams coming true,
and I’m lost in wonder – glorious wonder –
experiencing the mundane with You.