Princess
In a city on the other
side of the world
lived a pretty princess ...
Or was she just a girl?
Though I heard her name once
whispered on the wind,
now I sit lonely wishing
to hear it said again
& I worry about nothing at all.
One day from her tower
the princess sent a note.
It said that she was fearful
of growing old alone.
Just then the prince saw her
& offered her a kiss
but the princess was worried
about all that she might miss
& they worried about nothing at all.
Well, it seems that the princess
stole a kiss from him.
They went off together,
happy through thick and thin.
Some say you can hear her
whisper on the wind.
Others say that the wind
are those whispers meant for him.
& they're happy walking circles in the park
& they're happy stealing kisses in the dark
& they're happy swimming in the blue sea
& they're happy just like you & just like me.
Words: Ely
Copyright 2003
