Stepping on Glass

Children are listening nearby
Stories flowing through their minds
Tiaras on their heads
They hear
About a girl who on glass she treads
Her heart being broken
With nothing but rags
Dreams full of magic
Life full of dread
It is not Cinderella
But another girl instead
She stands by the corner
No parents in sight
She sleeps in an ally
Without a nightlight
Everyday I watch over her
As her life grows worse
Just hoping that death
Will not be a curse.

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