The light turns on
Her life moves on
She dreams tonight
Her future bright.

She’s loved thousands of men
One of them a gentleman:
By the name of Ben
Whom she met back then.

In a dream that was
Anne remembers now
In her soul he was
Mr. Ben Ow.

” Why have you come?
I missed you so
Please just go!
But don’t take my glow!”

He ran tearless
Anne stood still.
She cried after him: It is all a dream!
You are not supreme!’
Her own words she wanted to retrieve,
What could she do to live?
In that magic world
Where young brides dresses twirled!