Fairy Child
She dances on slippers,
Of golden threads.
A smooth road of glass,
Upon which she treads.
Beautiful colors,
Weave through her dress.
A lovely little child,
She's never a mess.
Her wings glitter silver;
Bring her into the air.
She floats smooth along,
We say it's not fair.
Why should she get to fly,
While we're anchored down?
Why should she be so light,
On her head perched a crown?
Because our hearts are stone,
And her's is a feather.
We make the pain,
She brightens the weather.
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