| Mythological Beings... |
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 You are the most universal mythical beast ever. Sightings of the unicorn have been reported from all over the world, even in modern times. Unicorns are pure and incorruptible. In China, unicorns symbolized gentleness, good will, and wisdom. Christianity links the unicorn with Christ. It is said that unicorns would only allow virgin girls to see them, let alone touch them. They were easily lured into fatal ambushes by a virgin with some poachers waiting for the unicorn in nearby bushes. A unicorn's horn was a highly prized possession, which was reputed to have great healing capabilities. With the touch of its horn, a unicorn could bring back a person who had been dead for several hours. But when separated from the unicorn's body, the magic was significantly reduced. The unicorn had the body of a horse, a unique spiraling horn, and a lion's tail. They were pure white in color.
What mythical beast best represents you? Take the quiz!
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| Sorry is Never Enough.. |
[13 Apr 2004|02:07pm] |
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Ever needed to say sorry but found there just aren't the words?.. yeah.. me too..
"Sorry"
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Sorry, there isn't the words
I've trawled the languages
of the world
and there's no way.. enough
for me to say.. enough
To express my apologies
I never meant to make you cry,
I didn't mean to hurt you
You know well by now,
that that's the last thing
I'd want to do
I wish I could show this
so much better
Sorry, there isn't the words
I've trawled the languages
of the world
and there's no way.. enough
for me to say.. enough
To express my apologies
I'd like to take back the clock,
put it right and start anew
I'd like to go back to before,
before I did, what I did
and hurt you
I wish I could say this
so much better
Sorry, there isn't the words
I've trawled the languages
of the world
and there's no way.. enough
for me to say.. enough
To express my apologies
To you
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Written 12th April 2004
By E. Parker
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~Emmy~[ilb]
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| Happy Birthday to MEEE!! |
[13 Feb 2004|05:03pm] |
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Yes indeed folks, it's my birthday!
I am now an aged 24 years old! *feels the sympathy* lol
Going out for dinner this evening to celebrate! woo :D
*sings that old Disney 'Happy Birthday To Ye' song..*
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~Emmy~[ilb]
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P.S: E-cards welcomed! emmap@ntlworld.com :D lol
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| Thought For The Day |
[01 Jan 2004|04:34am] |
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Another new feature for my journal: Thought For The Day.
Without further ado, here is my inaugral thought:
'Everyone has a stalker, and it goes by the name of Fate.
Whilst not a being either of earthbound nor higher sense, fate is not without a sense of humour, (nor it seems without a sense of irony); and it loves nothing better than to tap you on the shoulder now and then, wait for you to turn around.. then kick you in the teeth, just to remind you who's boss.'
As a sort of epilogue to that thought I would say this: some things are just meant to be and some aren't, such is fate. By and large things happen for a reason. Yes there will always be random factors in most things but if you stop and think about your life thus far, you'll probably find at least one thing that would likely have never occured had a previous thing not happened, regardless of the outcome. So I would warn anyone who would laugh in the face of fate, because as I've already said.. fate has it's own subtle ways of making it's presence in life felt.
Well that was pretty deep for me lol
HAPPY NEW YEAR FOLKS!
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| Quote of the Day - Part Deux! |
[30 Dec 2003|03:01pm] |
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Well, WHAT can I say, we have a comedy genius in our midst. Just 2 minutes after giving our inaugral classic quote.. Jonathan has given us another gem! *giggles*
'Sedge says:
I'm not high maintenance... there's just a lot of area to cover lol...'
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| Quote of the Day! |
[30 Dec 2003|02:57pm] |
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For the inaugral Quote of the Day I offer you this classic, brought to us by my friend Jonathan on msn just moments ago..
'Sedge says:
I'm not a trekkie, but I do like Mr Shatner's style'
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~Emmy~
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| Home Sweet Home |
[07 Nov 2003|12:44pm] |
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Here's a song I wrote about a month ago.
I think anyone who reads my journal knows for whom it is written.
It's a song of reminisence, a song of reassurance, a song of reaffirmation, but above all else, it's a song of love.
"I Am Home"
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Whenever you were near
Whenever it was just you and me
I was unafraid and I felt safe
things I'd never felt before
You had the power to make me believe
things would be ok, in the end
and lift my soul from off the floor
And it felt.. so right.. coz
When I heard your voice, I knew
where happy was
When you held me, I knew
how to belong
When I saw your eyes, I knew,
I was home.
I've seen a different side of you now,
I see you need safety too
a place you can be unafraid
I know you're only human.. fragile, flawed
I have the power to make you believe
things will be ok, in the end
I see that you're vulnerable and it
makes me love you more
And it feels.. so right.. coz
When you hear my voice, you'll know
where happy is
When you hold me, you'll know
how to belong
When you see my eyes, you'll know
You are home.
Time has passed, we've been through much
good and bad,
and we've made the odd mistake,
but I still feel safe with you
and of our love I've never been more sure.
I'm sure.
And it feels.. so right.. coz
When I hear your voice, I know
where happy is
When you hold me, I know
how to belong
When I see your eyes, I know
I am home.
I am home.
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Written 5th - 6th October 2003
By E. Parker.
<3 All my love to Branson, always <3
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| Another Day.. Another Quiz.. |
[21 Oct 2003|02:15am] |
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For the record I did try SheDemon as well but the cry for Amethystra was much funnier lol
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~Emmy~[ilb]
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| Medieval Name.. |
[19 Oct 2003|02:20pm] |
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Your medieval name is: Lisolette. Quiet and artsy,
you're different from the crowd. You have a
taste in music or art and are sometimes
depressed and private. You're naturally lovely.
What is your Medieval name?
brought to you by Quizilla
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~Emmy~[ilb]
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| Can't Fight Fate.. |
[06 Sep 2003|11:08pm] |
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Just when you start to aclimatise to bleakness.. something comes and leads you to the doorway..
I called Branson last night on the off chance he'd be in.. I was in luck.. quite a bit it seems, he's back living at his mum's place for the time being, and he's got a job. He's finally finding some stability.
We talked for absolutely ages.. must've been a couple of hours I guess. He knows that he let me down and hurt me and he knows he has to make it up to me and he wants to.. he wants to make it right. And he understands he has to earn being with me.
And so begins a new future..
I'd like to leave you with a quote from the song I'm listening to right now (see Current Music):
"..Wanna stay right here
Until the end of time
'Til the earth stops turning
Gonna love you until the seas run dry
I've found the one I've waited for
The one I've waited for.."
If only I could write like that...
BB
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~Emmy~[ilb]
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| In A Word.. |
[04 Sep 2003|09:29pm] |
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First song I've written in a month or so, seems like a lot longer.. about the same tone as usual heh.
"Trapped"
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I laid my soul bare for you
I let you in, let you know me
I can't see into you anymore
your soul used to be open to me
but now you seem to have
closed that door.
So here I am, peeking through
the keyhole, looking for you
Sitting on the cold floor,
this is life, resting by your door
Not weak enough to simply stay
not strong enough to just
walk away.
This is my burden,
This is my curse
To love you for eternity
Even without vows,
it's for better or worse.
So here I remain, waiting
by your door.
Unable to cross the threshold
Unable to leave.
Haunted and haunting.
Trapped.
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Written September 4th 2003
by E. Parker.
BB
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| Magickal Quiz.. |
[04 Sep 2003|11:31am] |
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Found this quiz through a link on one of the forums at WiccaUK.
Here's my result:
Your magical style is Witch.
What type of Magic do you work?. Take the Magical Style Quiz by Paradox
Blessed Be
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| Walking a Path |
[21 Aug 2003|12:24am] |
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This is just a brief entry to say, after years of being interested in the subject and kinda skirting around it I've decided to take a bit of a pludge and explore it properly... what am I talking about? I'm talking.. about Wicca.
The closest I have gotten to it till now is scented candles, incense sticks, burner oils and my hardly used deck of Tarot cards. Now I am gettng as much information as I can, looking up sites and book and things.. in fact I have a list of books I'm wanting to get and I have one or two on order which I should get in the next day or so.
Anyways that's all I wanted to say right now..
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| A Little Help From My Friends |
[07 Aug 2003|06:28pm] |
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I don't really have anything particularly enlightening to say, which may have something to do with the excessive quantities of "nothing" pervading my life at the moment, but hey when you're single, jobless, and kinda short on cash what do you expect?
Anyhow I'm just gonna get to the near-habitual posting a song part..
This one I wrote nearly two months ago but never got round to posting it.
"Just When"
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Just when I think the answer's
within my grasp.. I look down..
to see I'm holding my own hand
And there's no one to guide me
to tell me which turn to take
I guess they got lost
somewhere along the way
And sometimes it feels like
happiness is a friend
I've yet to meet.
Just when I think I've got
over the last hurdle.. I look up..
to see a hundred more stretched
out ahead of me
And there's no one to help me
to make it any easier to do
I guess they couldn't make it
something happened along the way
And sometimes it feels like
happiness is a place..
a place I've yet to find.
Just when I think I have
finally won.. I look sideways..
to see someone else is top
of the podium
And there's no one to tell me
that I'm not a failure
I know they couldn't be here..
their eyes I'll never see.
And sometimes it feels like
happiness is a level
I've yet to reach
Yeah I've yet to reach it
I've yet to hold it
it's yet to be mine
but I still try..
[instrumental break]
Just when I think there's no light..
at the end of this tunnel..
Someone unseen flicks a switch..
and I look around.. to see..
my friends looking back,
holding out their hands.. to me.
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Written 11th - 13th June 2003
By E. Parker
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| The Pages of Life Keep Turning |
[02 Aug 2003|07:53pm] |
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Another page.. another chapter.. and once more I find myself single.
It's been about 4 weeks now, and it's the longest I've been single in just over 2 years.
I'm having to think about myself for once and its hard. It's not what I am accustomed to doing, I've always been putting everyone else's feelings and problems before my own. Being selfish is not something I am at all good at.
So what do I have left? not much. I have no job and no prospects, no bf, no mother, very little money and flagging hope; but what I do have left is music.. and my friends. And the friends who have been with me through many things, seen me at my worst and best and are still my friends no matter what.. they're worth more than double their weight in gold!
Anyways.. a good song writer writes from their experiences and emotions, and so I try to do the same.
Here's 2 songs i've written about this latest 'life experience'.
The first I wrote on Monday.. The second I wrote today..
"Ode To Us" "Out of Reach"
I have this fantasy in my mind, There was a time, when your
a taxi pulls up outside.. my house heart was all mine,
and you step out. And you would do whatever
You stand at the bottom of my you had to, to be with me.
driveway, looking around. Now it seems
A bag in each hand, and your
bass guitar on your back. You kept the real you
just out of reach
I run to you, you see me, just beyond my fingertips
drop your bags and sweep me And when I held out my hand to help you,
up in your arms. We spin round. you pulled away.
You stare into my eyes for
an eternity in a moment There was a time, when you
You kiss me before my feet let me see you unblind,
find the ground. You would speak of what you felt,
and the truth of your heart would
Maybe it will remain just a fantasy make me melt.
or maybe there could be another Now it seems..
chance for you and me.
Maybe this just isn't our time, You kept the real you...
or maybe there's nothing we can do.
There was a time, when it
But one thing remains true all looked good, looked fine
You'll always be in my heart And forever meant something,
I'll always love you. We shared one soul, and together
====================== we would grow old.
Written 28th July 2003 Now it seems..
by E. Parker
You kept the real you...
You kept the real you
just out of reach, my reach
It seems the real you was
not meant for me.
You pulled away, and the gap
got bigger with each day.
It's taken me a long time to see
You kept the real you just
out of reach.. of me.
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Written 2nd August 2003
by E. Parker
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~Emmy~
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| Song For Whoever |
[04 May 2003|02:44pm] |
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The following song was written with no one in mind at all.. it was just inspired by the music I was listening to (see Current Music) at that moment.
Sometimes
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We all make mistakes
We all do things of which we're not proud
things we may regret
But it doesn't make you weak
to admit defeat, to conceed
there's just no getting it right..
sometimes.
Even the wise get rejected
Even the happy can feel dejected
and the best laid plans can fall through
sometimes.
Everbody falters now and then
Everybody has a chink in their
armour somewhere
No one is perfect and there's no shame
in admitting to it
We all strumble
sometimes.
Even the wise get rejected...
We all have things that have gone awry
gone a bit wrong along the way
So don't think the world is out to get you.
The global conspiracy's not for you
Don't feel alone in this, coz we all feel
that way..
sometimes.
Even the wise get rejected.. x2
Sometimes.. sometimes.. sometimes
We all feel like that
Sometimes.. sometimes
yeah we all feel that way..
sometimes.
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Written 4th May 2003
by E. Parker
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~Emmy~[ilb]
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| A Little Something For Jenn |
[20 Mar 2003|06:33pm] |
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This post does exactly what it says on the er.. subject..
The following is a song I started last night and did most of the writing on today.
Jenn.. this is for you (oh and sorry for using your full name but it scans better =p)
Jennifer
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To her eyes, faces fade away,
when in truth they're clear
as crystal and brighter than day
She sees things in negative
to her everything is black
and always somehow wrong
I tell her 'it's not as bad
as you think. And if you take
my hand, I'll always hold on'.
Jennifer, such beauty you possess
but you think you're a screw-up
and that your life's a mess
Jennifer if you could only see yourself
the way the rest of us do,
then you'd wanna be... just like you
An artist, with an honest heart
and a good soul
She's scarred by the past
I tell her to let it go,
leave the dust settled,
coz the nightmares won't last
Walk to the light,
step into the warmth
I know you're scared, but
if you reach for my hand
I'll always be there
Jennifer, such beauty you possess..
Why must you be so down on yourself?
Questioning everything, even your worth,
Thinking the love that you
have is un-deserved
There's such wonder in you,
and the things that you do
And I'm here to let you know
that of all the love you receive
you are worthy
and you're worth something,
a sister something... to me.
Jennifer, such beauty you possess..
but you think you're a screw-up
and that your life's a mess
Jennifer if you could only see youself
the way the rest of us do,
Yeah if you could only see yourself
like the rest of us do,
then you'd wanna be,
yes you'd wanna be..
Just like you..
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Written 19th-20th March 2003
By E. Parker.
*big hugs to Jenn*
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| Daydreams of a Summer Long Gone |
[07 Mar 2003|03:07pm] |
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Another entry and another song.. this one I originally wrote last June while on holiday in Ireland. The inspiration was the view from the harbour at Baltimore, Co. Cork (after which Baltimore in Maryland is named). I rewrote it yesterday.
The Harbour Wall
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Sitting on the harbour wall
on a summer's afternoon,
gazing across the water
watching the boats as they
glide almost out of view
And as I watch the sunlight
glisten on the little ripples
I sigh and wish I was sharing
this perfect vista with you
Maybe one day I'll return,
to this place, and you'll be with me
and you will see just exactly
what I see
Lazing around at the harbour
watching the sun's shimmery reflections
on the calm waters of the bay
and thinking,
if you were here
enjoying the late afternoon warmth with me
then that surely would be
the perfect..
the perfect day
And maybe one day I'll return,
to this place, and you'll be with me
and you will see just exactly
what I see
Walking back to the car
as the sun starts to sink,
I stop a while to watch the
many coloured display
And I wonder if you were
here, to see this too
what would you have to say?
Maybe one day I'll return,
to this place, and you'll be with me
and you will see..
Yeah maybe one day I'll return
to this place, and you'll be with me
and you will see just exactly
just exactly..
what I see
I had a dream last night
I was back at the harbour wall
and this time you were with me
You wore a tuxedo and I a purple dress
You took a box from your pocket
and dropped to one knee,
You asked me the question
and I said..
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Rewrite 6th March 2003
by E. Parker
*kisses and special hugs to Bran*
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| Detachment and Despair |
[28 Feb 2003|05:54pm] |
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Today is not a good day.. I can't really share here exactly why because not everyone that reads this journal knows the situation. Those that do know and are up to date on it will know the reason today isn't so good. Cryptic.. much? heh
I love Bran so much, more than I can ever say, more than anyone willl ever know. I wish I was with him right now, to hold him and make everything ok.
In heart, mind and spirit I'm with him.. always.. and I'll be there in person real soon.. *sigh*
On a final note, I've got another song to post so here it is, and just so you know as you read the feel it's intended to have to it is kinda sad, and kinda dark.. kinda like K's Choice or similar of that genre.. heh I'm getting towards not making too much sense, so I'll just shut up and leave you with the song..
Detached
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This house once a home
now a shell, a shadow of
the place I used to know
This town once my home
now so restrictive, a cage
I've no space left to grow
This place has lost it's colour
and lost it's taste
since she's been gone
And I've been aware of my need to
escape since you came along
and every time I hear your voice
I think 'shit, I really need to go'
But who's gonna save me?
Are you gonna catch me?
This house once a home..
This town is getting too familiar
so full of memories,
the people have become shapeless
forms, strange faces looking back at me
And every time I see one I know
I think 'shit, I really need to go'
But who's gonna save me?
Are you gonna catch me?
This house once a home..
This existance is choking me,
holding me down. Now's the time
to run those ties, and pull those roots.
I'm ready to fly now the chrysalis has split.
And every time I try to move,
I think 'shit'
[pause]
'I really need to go!!'
But who'll save me?
Are you gonna catch me?
This house once a home..
Strange faces look back at me
and every time I see one I know
I think 'shit, I really need to go'
It's time to go
But who'll save?
Will you catch me?
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25th - 27th February 2003
by E. Parker.
*kisses and extra special big tight hugs to Bran* <33333333
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~Emmy~[ilb]
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| Dreams and Songs.. |
[21 Feb 2003|10:12pm] |
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I talked to Bran on the phone today (as I do pretty much everyday) and he told me about 2 dreams he's had recently. He seems to dream of me quite often. The two dreams he described to me today were lovely.. and so peaceful.. I'm not going to share details here.. as they're private between me and Bran, but what I will say is that the second was about a chaos surrounding him and me bringing him peace, I said to him I think it's kind of a dream of metaphor. He has such beautiful dreams =)
I don't really have much else I really wanna talk about here right now so I'll just share this song I've written:
"Gypsy Cinderella"
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They say she's beautiful,
with her long dark hair
and hazelnut eyes.
They say she's a strange one,
somehow worldly but innocent
Somehow scared but unafraid
They say she has the sadness
of a caged bird..
Oh gypsy Cinderella, you don't
belong to this world, do you?
Oh little girl, your prince is waiting...
waiting for you..
and you know what you've got to do
Gypsy Cinderella
They say he's a lil bit
different. He's tall and handsome,
but has never really fitted in.
He has his past and he has
his friends, and he has a pain that
only a soulmate can mend.
They say he's fearless and yet
somehow so scared.
Oh Prince Charming, you don't
belong to this world, do you?
open your eyes, your princess is looking..
looking for you..
but do you know what you've got to do
Prince Charming
They say he was enchanted in a second,
they say it happened at a dance.
He drew her to his side,
and there it started
a soulmates love affair,
a fine fine romance.
[pause, music quietens]
The clock strikes midnight, but
this cinderella won't be leaving,
this restless spirit just gave up..
her lonesome-wandering feet.
[music back up]
Oh gypsy Cinderella, you don't
belong to this world, do you?
Oh little girl, your prince was waiting...
waiting for you..
and now your dreams are coming true..
Gypsy Cinderella..
Your dreams are coming true.
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Written 19th-20th Feb 2003
by E. Parker
*kisses and special big hugs to Branson* I love you baby!
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