Seven A.M., the usual morning line-up
Start on the chores, and sweep 'til the floor's all
clean
Polish and wax, do laundry and mop and shine up
Sweep again and by then
It's like Seven fifteen
And so I'll read a book
Or maybe 2 or 3
I'll add a few more paintings
To my gallery
I'll play guitar and knit and cook
And basically
Just wonder, when will my life begin?
Then after lunch, it's puzzles, and darts,and
baking
Paper-mache, a bit of ballet, and chess
Pottery and ventriloquy, candle-making
Then I'll stretch
Maybe sketch
Take a climb
Sew a dress
And I'll re-read the books
If I have time to spare
I'll paint the walls some more
I'm sure there's room somewhere
And then I'll brush, and brush
And brush, and brush my hair
Stuck in the same place I've always been
And I'll keep wondering
And wondering
And wondering
And wondering
When will my life begin?
Tomorrow night
The lights will appear
Just like they do on my birthday each year
What is it like
Out there where they glow
Now that I'm older
Mother might just let me go
i think it means that she does the same thing every morning and she wants to be free out of the castle and have a nem life