From Rags To Riches
He gave her a happy ever after ending
From Rags To Riches
She sang for pennies on crowded streets.
Her voice was lost, still she felt the beat
Dreams of stages, lights so bright,
it seems all she knew was fading night.
The streets were harsh, the air was cold
Her dreams felt worn, her heart grown old
surprise, in he came with eyes so kind
He saw the fire, the voice behind
“You’ve got the soul,” he said with grace
“I’ll help you find your rightful place”
He didn’t care for fame or gold
Just the music she had to unfold
With him, she sang again, her voice a spark
Her heart now light, no longer dark
He didn’t need to speak in rhyme
He knew her rhythm.
Its now her time to shine.
She stands now on stages bright
Her voice lifts high, her future alight
From rags to riches, yes, it’s true
But what she found was something new
It wasn’t fame, or silver, or gold
It was the faith he dared to hold
In her, in dreams, in what she’d be
A singer, finally, loved and free.
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