Fall in love with a poet
With their soft words and never ending metaphors
They will string constellations together to match the burning stars in your eyes

I remember a time when the world was just a babe
Innocent  and untouched by man
The rolling ever green hills shimmered in the sun as morning dew clung to each blade of grass
A certain kind of serenity comes from the silence of humanity

I don't understand how I have to wait
For a Prince who feels
He's untitled to save me
From a tower, that is labeled as a jail cell
As if I hate the walls that hold me here

My freedom comes in solitude and thought
The ability to write on my stone walls without fear of a censored eraser
I can watch the night transform into the day from my tower
The stars wrapped up in a soft blanket of sun
As the pink and orange glow of the dawn peeks through the horizon  

As if being carted around like a prize
In front of a strange land
With the 'oh so glorious' title of Queen
Would compare to my soft sunsets and my vibrant words on stone

Many say the tower was created to make sure he saves me
From a dragon that does not exist
I think, it was put here to protect me
From the dragon that calls himself a Prince.