Your being's been turned
to mere ambers in ash

The people that fed you
now starve you off life

Your prince, Cinderella
ran away in a rush

And the Faery's not coming
and you don't know why



Run, Cinderella,
to the rim of this tale

Run Cinderella,
To the end of this time

Run, Cinderella
or, otherwise, fail

Run, Cinderella,
The Faery won't come

 

(For until you discover
,She's you
You will run for whole years
But you will never
fly)