A princess sought a hansome prince
one fine and sunny day...

Shall I glance at yonder world,
my eyes corrupt with tears...

Music twirls gently through dusty air.
The sound of gunshots echo faint notes...

My old blue jeans no longer fit,
a brand-new pair's in store...

A sated sea of golden sand
lays quiet in the shimmered sun...

A veil of stars twined within her hair,
a smile that drew the oceans waves...

I never knew that tears could scar.
Could leave deep gashes in my soul...

Roses wind around barbed wire,
shrieking, yearning to escape...

She stood awaiting Destiny
to come riding through the dusty streets...

Sing, sing oh morning breeze
and calm the solemn, envious night...

Silver footsteps in the snow,
padded prints so small and free...

When Spring arrives to take the lead,
all silence befalls the rising sun...