Cinderella's Story
Around a tree, Cinderella's tale unfolds
In bronze relief, each moment told
From stepmother's cruel demand to scrub the floor
To fairy godmother's magic, opening the door
And invitation to the ball, a dress so fine
The carriage and horses, a moment divine
Running from the ball, losing her shoe
A valet trying the glass slipper, a love so true
In the background, the clock tower stands tall
As Cinderella and her prince walk hand-in-hand standing tall
A story of hope, of dreams that come true
And they lived happily ever after, in a love that grew