I think I will lie down for a while,
Curled up in my soft fuzzy blanket.
I think I will daydream and think,
About the prince Id like be friends with,
Our story together.
We'd face difficulties for sure,
Hard times that would make us cry.
We'd fight battles mental and physical,
Win some and lose some.
It's life.
We'd remain loyal to each other forever,
Never parting and always loving,
Sure we'd argue and fight,
But then come to our senses and apologize.

My prince is a pauper, a common man
I don't require riches or a kingdom from him.
All I want is a hard worker, a great thinker,
A strong fighter, and a kind friend.
Someone who will pick me up when I fall,
Dust me off,
And invite me to try again, and again, and again.
He won't fight battles for me but he'll fight beside me,
He'll lead me when I'm low on confidence,
He'll protect me if I am in harms way,
He'll correct me if I do something idiotic,
And will laugh if I do something hilarious by accident.
He'll watch the stars and moon with me,
He'll dance with me in the car when the radio blasts,
He'll hike rough hidden forest trails and climb mountains with me.
He'll sing with me and laugh with me and make my heart swell with joy,
But when sadness comes like it always does,
We'll hold to each other and cry together.

My prince will be a humble man,
A king though he won't know it,
His subjects every heart he's won,
His kingdom the streets he walks on.

I think I shall lie down a while,
And think a lot about him,
I am no sleeping beauty though-
He'll find me awake and working.