She sits by the window

Head in hand

Lost in her mystic

Wonderland

Where fairies fly free

Across the sky

And a beanstalk stretches

A million feet high

In a world where true love

Is a wish a way

She likes to laugh

And play all day

For when she’s gone

She cannot feel

The tears and pain

She must conceal

One slipper safe

One slipper gone

Among these tales

She can belong

In a world apart

To hope and dream

To sing and dance

To smile and scheme

But she must forget

For she is grown

The beautiful things

She once had known

Dull and seem to fade away

She can no longer sing and laugh and play

Now comes a time

To read and write

And the curse of age

She cannot fight

But when the lights

Are cool and dim

And the sky is fringed

With a starry trim

She sits by the window

Head in hand

Lost in her mystic

Wonderland