Sad little girl

This little girl with her big sad eyes
looked up at me like she was going to cry
And asked me why her prince had never come
and i fought for a smile but out came a sigh

Her tears broke free and i reached out to catch some
My entire body grew numb
And she wrapped her arms around me
and our hearts became drums

That we could hear but we couldn't see
I smiled finally, knowing it was key
And said he could be on his way
she said that couldn't be

What more could i say?
that everything would be okay?
with so much time left to wait,
she was so eager for tomorrow, losing today

If i could relate
to this little girl of eight
when would my own prince come?
lost in fairy tales that dreams create

I was sure that her own prince would come
to find the beauty this girl would become.
it was silly to believe that we needed a prince to survive
even if for a while it left us numb

I lifted her face up to mine, her eyes bright and alive
"Your prince will come, you have to believe,
but you have to search for him too, he won't just come to you"
She stared at me in disbelief.

I stood up, feeling as if I'd grew
i thought of all the things i knew
i touched the top of her head, the things I'd given few.
and off i went, ready to continue
with life