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.