Tinkerbelle.
Trapped.
Her whole life, she'd been trapped.
She was Tinkerbelle, trapped in a glass bottle.
Banging
Banging
Banging
On the frame,
Trying to get out.
Banging
Banging
Banging
But Lima is glass
And she is small,
Not strong enough
To break it.
Yet.
Her whole life, she'd be ridiculed.
By her classmates, her so-called 'friends'…
But she'll keep singing.
Because it's all she can do
To make herself
Believe
She is not
Trapped.
But she'll keep smiling.
Because it's all she can do
To make herself
Believe
One day she will not be
Trapped.
"I do
Believe
In fairies.
I do.
I do."
She tells herself
She
Believes
In herself,
But even she
Is starting
To doubt.
Maybe this glass
Is too strong.
Maybe she'll never
Get out.
Banging
Banging
Banging.
But Lima is glass
And she is small,
Not strong enough
To break it.
Yet.
"And one day…"
She tells herself,
"I'll get
Away.
I'll break the
Glass,
I won't be
Trapped
Like I am
Today.
I do
Believe
In fairies.
I do.
I do."
And then
It gets
Closer,
That faithful,
Glass-breaking
Day.
Her love is calling
From far away.
Her love, that is,
Is freedom
And fun,
Music,
And magic,
A stage made for
One.
And though
A man
May steer her wrong,
She is Tinkerbelle,
She is magic,
She is a song.
Every song she sings,
She lives each verse.
And one day,
She'll break this
Glass curse.
Banging
Banging
Banging.
And
Though Lima is glass,
And
She is small,
Today
She will break through
Lima's wall…
Today,
She is
Tinkerbelle,
Today,
She is
Free.
"And no one,"
She screams,
"Will ever
Stop
Me."