Cinderella, Cinderella

O'Cinderella Cinderella
where do you go,
leaving behind your dreams
as the midnight strikes?

O'Cinderella Cinderella
why do you bend
as your stepmother plots
for goodness of her daughters?

O'Cinderella Cinderella
your heart is pure,
golden and clean,
yet you are weak
in hands of evil

O'Cinderella Cinderella
you don't need
any fairy God mother
to enlighten you
with hope

O'Cinderella Cinderella
you hide your real self
beneath the layers
of magical transformation
granted by Godmother

O'Cinderella Cinderella
don't hide
stand up for your right,
as world will recognize
you as bold and beautiful
not delicate princess
of your prince charming