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She sits by her window looking over the land
Her father, the King, promised that one day
The land she overlooks will all be hers.
She had always wanted a castle of her own,
But she was too young to handle the work
That went along with it.
She was the only child
Of the well known King,
Oh how she wished she had a brother or sister.

The Princess had friends, but they lived so very far away
She was lonely gazing out the window all by herself.
She had dreams to one day meet a Prince
To take her loneliness away.
Her father was getting old
And wanted to hand the throne down to his only kin.

His wife had passed away before her years
And he was always heart broken.
The King's brother murdered her,
He vowed to one day, get his revenge.

One day, the King decided to
Roam into town to find his brother,
His daughter pleaded with her father
Not to leave the castle,
As she feared for her father's life.

The King wanted to make His brother pay for what
He had done to his wife.
The Princess ran up to her room,
Say by the window and cried.
She didn't want to lose her father
Like she lost her mother.

As she was wiping the tears,
From her swollen blue eyes,
She saw someone coming up to the draw bridge
On a beautiful white horse.

Copyright © Cynthia Jones
Mar.8/2004