Dreaming of Happy Endings

Once upon a time, there was a little girl

Who believed in happy endings,

Even though hers was an unhappy beginning.

Alcohol-fuelled fights, fear-filled nights,

Pushing her tiny fists into her eyes

Until all she could see were stars.

All she could see were stars!

And all she could hear

Were the whispers of her dreams,

Telling her to hitch a ride on a shooting star

And let it take her to a magical land

Where fear was a mythical creature;

Sometimes talked about

But never seen.

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