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*Edited July 2... still in process. Got a 2nd verse but afraid it jumps too fast. Warning, brokenness can be so ugly. But Christ is still making all things new... I had to process my heart breaking for friends.

"C'mon, pretty lady", whispered clear
kept his secret through the years
Bound her to him unawares
Tender voice caressed her ears

Fingers playing through her hair
Shivers in innocence laid bare
Little princess starts to cry
Clock strikes midnight without a care
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Now I lay me, down to sleep
Pray Thee, Lord, this body keep
(but) should he draw near once again
Keep him far from this bed

Time goes by, blurred and slow
Budding womanhood's glow
One day comes upon his face
Clear as midnight's terrors flow

Her defiant gaze is clear
Won't give in to whispered fears
Distant clocktower's bells declare
Cinderella's grown and free:
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Now I lay me, down to sleep
Thank Thee, Lord, this body keep
Now he's drawn near once again
And kept far from this bed.

More to come.