He is surrounded by kings and
queens,
Other princes and princesses.
Dancing at lavish balls
Talking, laughing like no tomorow

You are no blacksmith’s son
Nor merchant’s help
Or farm boy

You are not a baker’s assistant
Or an artist’s apprentice
You are not a commoner at all.

Oh prince in the tower, let down your
hair,
It’s short, that’s the problem.
But you don’t care.

You don’t know what I am.
But I’ll be here,
Your ‘Royal’ highness.
Unless my eyes stray
from your silver throne.

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