The fairest girl lays asleep,
lost in a mix of dreams she thinks is a reality.
When the ones who love her watch over her
making sure she keeps breathing.
Because the way she sleeps is like the dead,
being cursed from birth to be always low.
Not from a mess of boys,
but from a mess of people, of all ages.
From a girl who convinced her that
smoke
was a way to deal with pain.
From a boy who told her
leave
when she needed someone.
From a dad, who walked
out on her.
From friends too afraid
to tell her the truth.
Bet then came her prince charming,
who placed a hint of love
upon her heart
with a kiss so gentle
he saved her sinful soul.