Music Box Princess

Chris Pratt, December 2000

Countless hours, I felt that tenderness
let the years go drifting by
My prize would be your thankful smile
and in your arms some day I'd die

Countless words, on cards of tan and rose
To ease your soul in troubled times
To let you know that I was always there
my heart for you in silly rhymes

She dances round the music box,a princess lost in time
Through the mist I see her now, an echo in my mind
Though a dream, I longed to see, the day that she would be
stepping from the music box, for all the world to see

Countless nights, in darkness of my fears
I stood alone, stared at the sky
But in the cold, the warmth of love returned
and my fears, became a lie

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Countless notes, I never sent to you
to simply say I'm on your side
Countless days, no longer meant to be
yet this hope is still alive

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