My Body
My body is fine
My body is mine
Others don’t see it
But I know I’m divine
Devine in someone’s eyes
But he doesn’t hear my cries
Cries for a prince that hasn’t come
Cries of a game that hasn’t been won
Cries about a fairytale that hasn’t begun
I want to see my prince
Right in front of me
I want to see my prince
Right at my reach
I want to see my dreams come true
And pick me up off of my feet…
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