We heard the tale since we were young,
Heard the songs that have been sung,
About an evil spell.
Someone beautiful is cursed
We feel sad through every verse
Til a kiss and all is well
The message that no one can teach
Is clearer to someone like me
There is no curse or evil spell
That's worse than one we give ourselves
There is no sorceror as cruel,
As the proud and angry fool.
And yet, we cry life isn't fair
Beneath our cries the truth is there
Yet we'd rather blame,
And curse our faith and change
We run from everyone to hide from the pain
And all the shame
The story long we knew it well
About a wretched evil spell
A power that will break this curse
Oh I know all too well
Is locked within myself
© Copyright 2016 Elizabeth Smith. All rights reserved.
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