Cinderella

Written by: Tim Ryerson

He has learned to earn joy from paying sorrow's fee
He has learned to turn and fight and never to flee
He has cast off the burden of false royalty
Dropped at low-tide to be swept out to sea
His bended back straightens to a minute degree
He walks a bit taller, a better man to be
With nothing to lose now, with no guarantee
A battle-scarred prince bows to one helpless knee
At last feeling worthy to request it of thee
To slip on your slipper, it fits, you will see...