A teenager sits in the place of the dark            
A room full of dreams for the hunger in her heart   
As innocence plays with the popcorn on her lap      
She silently screams in desire and delight          
                                                    
For there on the screen are the lovers of her life  
A prince with his charm and a pirate with his blade 
The princess they love is no other but herself      
Protected from harm by the treasures of their hand  
                                                    
They honor her throne like a goddess in the myths   
And carry the blame when her wishes go awry         
Then vanish from sight when the title is the end    
A fervor of flame puts a twinkle on a tear          
                                                    
As images thrill the theater of the mind            
With grandiose dreams she emerges from the room     
Convinced that her need is what nature had conceived
Entitled to schemes that enamor for a throne        
                                                    
Then boys will pretend they're the heroes in the act
So no one can know that they aren't that at all     
When bored and alone with the feeling of it's doubt 
She'll go to the show in the palace of the dark     
                                                    
Copyright ©2000 Ron Gregus 
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