We didn’t want to know her
We wanted to be her
Certain we were her, we danced
Amidst the flames of our heart, we danced

Weaving, as dreamers do
Our story with yours
We picked up the pen
With aching hands, but ink anew

We stayed still, in Once-Upon-a-Time fashion
Hoping to make the one day we’d meet
The happy afterall
Come truer