A princess looks upon the street
Wondering who she can possibly meet
But in the tower she is within
Chances of getting out are slim
She must meet a person of royalty
And to him she must show her loyalty
One day, a prince up he yells
Let down your hair to her he yells
He's the chance for her to get out
The perfect prince of no doubt
They both jump down onto the ground
Walking away without a sound
He helps her to the horse to ride away
The rest i will wait to say