Why can’t stardust be sprinkled on my path, that I may follow?
I have always cared, I’ve been a believer
I’ve never caused any trouble
Why can’t I put the moon in my pocket, that I may wear it?
An antique brooch, rare and unique.
To lead my way, I will never be lost?
Why can’t the sun be placed on my shoulders?
That it may shine upon me always?
To be a fairy princess-if just for one day
To ride in my own carriage
Following the star-dust paths
The sun on my shoulders and the moon in my pocket
Flitting around one flower to the next
I am rescued from the wolf, I am fed ice cream
I am living out my very own dream
Why, oh why? Can’t this happen to me?
The wishes of a child simple yet complex.
To be a fairy princess, if only for a day
To remember and to never forget
Create you dreams
It’s really rather simple
Close your eyes an imagine
The star marking my way
The moon slips in my pocket
The sun is on my shoulders
I will return, it anyone ask
In a day, or two….maybe 3