"after 7 on a dusty shelf  the book seemed unreal  for 7 years in an ancient rhyme  the fate of girl was sealed"    in the attic I was searcing by the moonlight  what would I find  old and grey from dust I felt it staring back  oh that book    yellow pages caught my eyes, so unreal  trough the dust of time  in an ancient rhyme the truth had been sealed  on a broken shelf it would all be revealed  it had been there for years  and no one ever knew    now break the spell and free the girl  from the candle of fate  look at the flame and say the rhyme  the end is near, no more pain, ah you're free    as the candle melts away the spirit of the candle girl  emerges from the flame, she doesn't seem the same  with a smile on her face she starts to speak  "hear my story":