By Penelope Sheer, 9, USA
Her long, blonde hair trapped in a tower,
Not seeing the world like we do.
When she comes into real life,
She is clueless and playful.
She now knows
How much she missed,
But the prince opens her eyes
To see through the past,
To uncover the future.
I am like her.
In my young life
I have to open my eyes to see the real world,
To see through things.
