Foolish little girl
You still believe the tales of chivalrous knights and chaste princesses
Who play harps and sing songs of innocence?
You still believe in fairies who fly above the ground
Nymphs who tug at your ear when you’re not looking
And hide in the grass when you turn around
In rainbows who end with pots of gold
And the little green men who frolic about
Like the children we once were untouched by the world
Till its shadowy claw stole what we once had
Beings now corrupt, we’re not children anymore
But you still believe in fantasies
Wearing those rose-tinted glasses
The Devil hasn’t swiped them from you yet
Poor little girl
Do you fear the dark still?
Do you cower under the covers whenever you feel a chill?
Do you still crave the illumination of the night light on your stand?
You don’t understand
This world you were thrown into
This world we live in
Nobody understands. Nobody understands.
So I’ll let you believe in your stories
Of princesses with dresses that twirl
I’ll spare you worst of this world
You foolish foolish little girl.