Cinderella
Nothing seems to cover my pain as I wipe down the window pane
Father if only you were here with me instead of every one waiting on me
To clean to cook to iron and to obey
Is this all that life offers me to be a maid and wish upon thee
To cry and feel disrespected
And make this house spotless and respected
Or thrown in the shadows and be unnoticed
As everyone else loses focus
That's only because people don't know nothing
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