(From the 1993 movie "Rigoletto")
I love the part in fairy tales
That's very near the end
When all the kingdom cheers for this 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 on the breeze.
But when I enter the spring of my dreams
Just like a wildflower that burst 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's 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?