You feed me twigs,
You feed me sticks,
You fall asleep upon my bricks.
You little cinder girl,
Always doing others will,
Who knows so little for yourself,
how can you ever know your own worth?
You may get some luck,
from a fairy who will dress you up,
take you away from my hearth,
take you to a castles, and princes and people and mirth,
but will you ever know your own worth?
Stay by my side,
Learn your own way,
Even though the prince in the castle wants you to stay.
You will be better Little Cinder Child,
If you learn to love yourself, be willing;
and not just do others bidding.
-IN PERSPECTIVE OF CINDERELLA’S FIREPLACE….