• Enchantress laid me down to rest
    Held me close unto her breast.
    She spoke of love and sacred things
    Of a great white angel with silver wings
    She showed me sights of plain and mountain.
    Then lead to drink from the fountain.
    She gave to me a name and purpose.
    In hope that one day soon i'll surface
    To find my voice in a sleepy hollow.
    She prays that I will wake to see tomorrow
    To spread my wings and find my place
    She will be by my side all through this race
    I shall not fail! I will not falter!
    For she is my enchanted Creator.