Once upon the time, there was a little girl
Living her life, without care and love
Carrying her sadness, singing her dark songs
Chewing brown bread wet with tears.
Her hands are too small.
Orphanage steps run along the streets
Standing at the street corner, she looks at the Hollywood hill
Her heart smiles.
The innocent bird begins to hope and wish.

Every time we look at her, we see
The blonde girl with the gorgeous smile
The charming face, those graceful movements.
Nobody knows the bitterness but her.

She is like a candle in the wind
Her heart is like a rose, waiting for rainy days
Does someone know what she wants?
Does someone care how she feels?
Does someone understand her?

Once upon the time, there was a movie star
A little girl named Marilyn
Living the glamour life, covering up inside secrets
Behind red curtains
Fighting with life, wishing a brighter future
Crying at night, waiting for dream love.

Deceitful life, her heart was broken.
Lonely steps run along the streets.
Hiding in darkness, looking at time passing
Her eyes full of tears,
She lost her way home.

Once upon the time the candle burned out
The miserable woman is gone.
No more glamorous life, now secrets begin to unravel
She was insecure
She needed love but never found it
She died in mysterious circumstances.

American rose, please wipe away your tears
I will pray for you, please rest in peace
I will love for you, the love you wanted
I will hope for you, the hope you lost
I will fight for you, the battle you left
I will take care of you, the girl who needed love
I will call you your real name — Norma Jean.