Tea Parties with Wine.

A simple little world
Lost in your eyes
A tea party with wine
Trapped in my imagination.

My story is simple and sweet.
I sit and sing my sweet lullaby.
I wait for him to smile.
I wait for him to speak.

I sing and I dance
A mournful tale.
It speaks of a love which,
To show, I fail.

I’m a simple little girl
Lost in my tale of disgrace.
Though, unlike other girls,
I have a fear of fate.

He’s a wistful young fellow.
Blind to what’s before him.
Caught up in the lies
So afraid to reveal his sin.

Maybe someday
He’ll see me again
But until then I wait
Long after the clouds turn grey,
Long before Cinderella finds her Prince,

Until then . . . I wait.