The little girl that once held her daddy's hand,
Wished for a prince and a magic wand
And vowed to visit the Magic Land.
But the gates were rusted, the earth was crusted,
The stalls lay wasted, where once candies were tasted;
The fair was devoid of a ride or a toy.
A murky sky, no bird doth fly;
The clouds were brown, the shutters down
Of shops that once sold items of joy.
Her path is now weary, her heart dreary,
Her body aches and bleeds, an unknown world she treads,
Everywhere around are eyes of lust.
Where is the prince in whom she could trust?
Wished for a prince and a magic wand
And vowed to visit the Magic Land.
But the gates were rusted, the earth was crusted,
The stalls lay wasted, where once candies were tasted;
The fair was devoid of a ride or a toy.
A murky sky, no bird doth fly;
The clouds were brown, the shutters down
Of shops that once sold items of joy.
Her path is now weary, her heart dreary,
Her body aches and bleeds, an unknown world she treads,
Everywhere around are eyes of lust.
Where is the prince in whom she could trust?
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