DANCE FREE

Oh, I know you too well
Tricks in all your magic spells
Finding ways to make me dwell
Choking on the tears that always fell

Whatever did you think of me
Imagined you would set me free
Away from all my problems here
But now I know it was make believe

So hand it over
That magic wand of yours
I'll find my own lover
And open my own doors
You've never given me
More than the bipity boo
And one cannot dance free
In a pair of glass shoes

That last prince was a joke
All mirrors and full of smoke
Handsome yes in his velvet cloak
But it was time that I awoke

Your solution to my strife
Was to make this girl a wife
Instead of giving me a better life
You drained from me my will to fight

So hand it over
That magic wand of yours
I'll find my own lover
And open my own doors
You've never given me
More than the bipity boo
And one cannot dance free
In a pair of glass shoes


~ Marilen J. Sarian