My Prince
A single rose
In the palm of a young girl's hand
A single tear running down her face
Thinking of her prince
She brings out her hand and looks at a ring
She falls back on her bed
Tears falling onto her pillow
Thinking of her prince
Peels petals from her pale pink rose
Throwing them at a sleeping mouse in the corner
Thinking of her prince
Glances out the window
Looking at her rose bride, watering her flowers
She hears in the distance
A faint piano coming from a tower
She wipes her tears
And smells the remaining petals
She walks out of the room
Thinking of her prince