More Than A Shoe
More than a slipper
though they could not see
bibbidi bobbidi boo did not define me
Fairy godmother knew I was more than a shoe
more than the ball, where I fooled them all
more than a maid, though they made me slave
I am not royal by any means
Deep down I did not want to be
Bid a due to the prince
though the shoe fit
Walked down the hall to gather my things
Goodbye Anastasia, Drizella and Lady Tremaine too
I have imporatant things to do
Devoted my life to help children like me
who lost their parents tragically
With work, I built a castle of my own
so orphaned children would not be alone
I am fulfilled
Doing just fine
It does not matter
but yes, the glass slipper was mine
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