Out on the soft, dewfilled grass
gazing into the star lit sky
thinking of my prince to be
wishing he were next to me
but he is not here
where he is i do not know
Maybe across the sea
or maybe right next to me
I do not know
where he is
or when he shall come to save me
from this horrible disaster called my life
tears stream down my face
adding to the already dampness on my skin
from were the dew had taken form
I lay there every night
hoping, wishing, dreaming
that my prince in shining armor
should come save me then
and I would leave with him
without worries and/or doubts
thats all I ever wanted here
was my prince to hold me and to care about me
living this life in this wicked world
is harder than god thinks
the pain that eats people up inside
the pain that hurts more than it does physically
crying helps lessen it
but it never gets rid of it completely
if only that prince were here
That prince that I cannot see
I would be happy
I'm sure
If he took me away from this place
but he is the prince that I cannot see
and will never come to me
