My grandma's antique dresser,
It had a magic mirror,
And I became a princess
When into it I'd peer.
When I went to Grandma's house,
The first place that I'd go,
Was up the winding staircase,
Far above the world below.
I'd creep along the corridor,
Floorboards creaking all the way,
Heading for my secret room,
So near, yet far away.
The heavy door swung open
As I pushed it far and wide,
I'd feel myself changing
As I ventured forth inside.
The mirror stood in the corner,
Atop a dressr of ebony,
Neglected and long forgotten,
By others, but not by me.
I'd twirl around and sing a song
As my dress turned into silk,
Drab brown hair became golden curls
And my skin as fair as milk.
As I gazed into the mirror,
A castle came to view,
Turrets reaching upward
Into a sky so blue.
'Twas in this magic kingdom
That my charming prince did rule,
Some day he'd take me out of
My world so cold and cruel.
Upon a golden stallion,
He'd charge forth and carry me,
Back to his land of sunshine
Where I'd finally be free