Clock Strikes Twelve

The clock strikes twelve as she runs down the stairs

Her shoe falls off, but she can't care

It's late

She needs to get out of there

Before it's too late and he discovers the truth

He wouldn't need to sleuth

The unwanted stepdaughter to an unloving family

Her beautiful blond waves covered in dust

If only she could be herself

She wouldn't be running now

Running home to dust that shelf

But the clock is running out

So she casts a glance back at her prince

And runs into the night

Hopefully he'll find her

Hopefully he'll choose right

The End

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