Walking in to the room
Frosty reception
Cold handed glove
Wearing her down
Till there is nothing left
Leaving her
Like an old tattered
Book on a shelf
Not feeling confidence
In herself
Not wanting to cave in
She shouts out loud in my head
What really is the matter with them
Where is it that she has gone wrong
She is as lonely as the man
Singing these songs
Like a shattered frosted glass
That divides her from them
She is not fitting in
They hear the bell ring
Like Cinderella in the night
She is startled
Makes a run for it
Off in to the cold of the night
With beauty in her hand
And freedom
As her call
She chases the steps
That fall between
Hearing nothing
Only her heart beat
She has him running after her
He is at her feet
As she steps off the final step
Her shoes gets caught
She has no choice
But to leave it
Angry with herself
He finally realises
She is the one
Where is the lady of the night
Mystery takes flight
He takes out an ad
He looks for she who he once barely knew
Meet me on the stepping stairs
Where we once have been
He waits and waits
No one shows
When is about to give up
A princesses light surely glows
Hand in hand
Shoe that fits
He kisses her
He is as happy as the shoe is hers
After waiting hours
They drive off into the sun
He has won her heart
A light that is hers
Will always burn
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