Let Me In

I love the part in fairy tales that's very near the end,
when all the kingdom cheer for their new queen.
And all is well, and all is good, and everyone belongs.
And happily they're ever-aftering.

But when I enter the kingdom of dreams
and face the promise of all I can be,
will they see me as a heroine?
Tell me, will they let me in?

I love the hour the seasons change
and winter turns to spring,
and empty branches welcome newborn leaves.

The earth makes room for every flower
that reaches for the sun.
"We're glad you've come," is whispered in the breeze.

But when I enter the spring of my dreams
just like a wildflower that bursts on the scene,
will I find my place with a gentle wind?
Tell me, will they let me in?

And if a heart's breaking,
a part of me is aching
to show them how much that I care.
But if no one lets me or turns and forgets me,
then how, how can I share?

There is a part of fairy tales that's very near the end,
the princess and the prince proclaim their love.
And hearts are healed and souls are changed,
and two blend into one.
All orchestrated by the stars above.

But when I stand at the door of my dreams
and face a lonely heart calling for me,
I could fill that emptiness within,
if that heart would let me in.
Won't someone let me in?


Michael McLean