Fairytales

I look into the misted sky,
Wishing I could grow wings and fly,
Get away from my worries and frets,
Forgetting about any regrets...
The time has come to turn back,
Before the birds eat my breadcrumb track,
Return to my tower on my own,
Where I can sit down and moan...
When will my Prince come to the door?
When will my Prince sweep me from the floor?
I fall asleep on my bed,
Thinking about all the people who are dead...
The dragon is stronger than those men,
I clean the floors again and again,
My step mother wants them cleaner than clean,
And then the fairy godmother gave me a bean...
I plant it in the earth outside,
Hoping it will be my guide...
But in the morning I understand,
Nothing comes easy in this land...