Cary Cooper
Cary Cooper


(Wrote this song thinking about my mom, my life, and my daughters...I won the Kerrville New Folk Competition with this song.)  


When your mother’s Cinderella it’s really hard to tell her

That her rose-colored slippers are only meant to fit her

Cause your prince is just a man that flies around like Peter Pan

And it’s hard to watch him blindly chasing after Wendy


And you feel more like Rapunzel in the tower of the castle

With your broken hearted background it’s hard to let your hair down

But you can’t tell your children there’s no one to believe in

Or you’ll never look for laughter in the happy ever after


Or maybe that’s a crock made up by Disney, Seuss and Spock

To keep you buying books and movie tickets, popcorn and white paint for pickets

Why’s it so hard to say beauty’s never absent pain

All roses come with thorns but you still line up to scorn


When grief is spilled on someone’s table you’ll ignore it if you’re able

Thumb your nose at dying just to hide identifying

But in the middle of the night you read the fairy tales and cry

Cause you’re scared you’ll never get it and you’re too proud to admit it


You’ve patched your heart a thousand times with every twist in the story line

You’d think you could predict it but it’s always unexpected

And you’re tired of the fight but you don’t want to be Snow White

Staring at your own reflection just waiting for your prince to come


You kiss your kids and pray that you’ll be strong enough one day to say

Why the princess walked away that love is only for the brave

And you wish that you could tell ‘em when their mom is Cinderella

That her rose-colored slippers are only meant to fit her


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