A young girl hopes to find her prince one day

Someone to hold her, to save her

Oh to be a child again, to dream and to play

Dreams are for sleeping some might say

But there must be something deeper

Something more than living day by day

In that silent, empty bed you lay

Oh the curse of a faithless sleeper

The dreams you weave continue to fray

On painful nights you begin to pray

Begging God to bring the reaper

Pleading with the sky to bring you a sunray

The hopeful reveries of a babe

Before her heart grows cheaper

Sweet dreams before the day

When the sun come up and she may

Hope her dreams would go away

Dreams of which she is not the keeper

What a cruel game innocence plays