There’s possibilities unseen
Limitless in a distant nights sky
Above where I lay
Dreaming of you and I

The grass is brown from drought
Theres only the occasional chirp then deep silence
And tiny orbs of light from the fireflies
Earth’s Stars with a natural luminescence

I hear whispers of when we’re loved
In the depths of distant memory
I wonder what it is that we may have lost
Lapsing into momentary reverie

I welcome daylight and
whatever songs the birds are singing
It’s natures way of lending me a hand
As I stumble awake absently thinking

Do you still whistle skippy’s tune
When you’re alone drinking tea
I don’t even know what i’m talking about
You probably don’t even remember me

I know that you’re trying to catch me
But really I just want to be free
In a cage of my own making
I want to give out what I’ve been taking

There’s a song in these words
A rhythm i wish I could understand
Does this imposter wish to die by the sword
Are my castles really just made of sand

I don’t know if i’m ready for judgement
But I’ll sing the song and give it all that I’ve got
Whatever you figure is a suitable as punishment
I’ll accept it as my lot

You taught me to find the beauty in nature
And to love the flaws inherent in every tree
You showed me how to nurture a flower
And in time to let it grow free

You gave me the fluidity of the wind
That I may paint these ideas in the sky
Ahh I feel the lift in my wings
As these words join the by and by

You bled softly on what became the wolfs moon
i cried sombrely to you, your favorite tune
there’s no way to fix your broken heart in time
so i’ll give you another, have a piece of mine

Once on a clear nights sky
You told me about when you tried to die
Your sins that you never forgave
And about how you hate the bed you made

I hope you now know what I knew
And that everyday is a chance to start anew
Don’t be bound by your demons in the past
Take advantage of today, and make that moment last

There’s a little princess in your town
And she’s all on her own
You mustn’t let her down
Neither now nor when she’s all grown

There’s a little princess trapped somewhere in an attic
She’s gone from a hundred to nearly zero
And I fear she might soon begin to panic
Someone please, we need a superhero

Do you think you have what it takes
To don on the cape
Or are you just another one of the fakes
Trying for an unruly escapade

There’s a princess playing with her dolls
Ones very small, the other slightly tall
They were having tea and playing house
Until they were interrupted by a cat chasing a mouse

She met a gentleman’s monkey
That happened to sneak in through the window
She wondered gazing out of the balcony
If a saviour would come from the world below

There’s a peasant boy
Slaving away in the castle
Day and night, but in his suffering finding joy
Who heard the racket from that day
And wondered what was all the hassle

So one day when he thought he was alone
He snuck to the peak of the stairwell
And when he heard her voice his ghost almost left his bones
He tripped and down the stairs, he fell

She called out to him
Looking from the keyhole
‘Help me please, please help me’
He thought she must have been who had been using the extra food bowls

The next day while alone again
He walks up and knocks, asking:
How can I help you
Why are you up here

My father is dead
And this witch keeps me locked up here
All that is in here is a bed
And a window for fresh air

He sneaks into the mistresses room
And steals a mysterious looking key
He fits it into the lock and twists
The little princess bursts out free

The sound of a horse carriage stops their short jubilation
And they go off to the back to hide
The girl giggling with elation
As he lead the way into a pig sty

Peeking out they hear a sharp cry
And fiery smoke rise up into the sky
Suddenly they saw the monkey screeching to get their attention
He shows the way out through a back plantation

This girl ran in the direction of the brook
And stood behind a man holding a sword
She embraced him with tears in her eyes calling him father
He looks arms stretched to the boy calling him son

He puts them behind him to face the eternal adversary
Knowing that bygones do not remain bygones
He must do what is necessary
By slaying this beast of a dragon

There’s a little princess in our town
And she’s running faraway
Please don’t let her down
Give her a place to stay

She’s making up stories
From her prison in the attic
Of knights and dragons and all sorts of glories
Trying not to panic

There’s a princess in your town
She laughs thinking how I must sound
I’m going to be okay she smiles
I’ve got a knack for weaving truthful wiles

There’s a girl I saw today
Who carries herself with the dignity of royalty
She saves herself, eventually some other day
She gained mine and your loyalties

I’ll fight for this little princess
Till I’ve given up all the breath in my lungs
Give everything I have in excess
I know i’m not going to be wrong

Loving a little princess
as a little peasant boy
And being a little princess
Loving a peasant boy

As the night crept quietly over our little town
We whispered our wishes to the moon
Into a gourd we set on the river to wash down
And into the swamps of the evil forest

We heard a weeping child at night silenced by growling wolves
Teaching it early lessons of life and fate
Someone later asked how we could permit one so young to be taught by beasts
We replied that we are all the same, and nature merely aided in what we had been late to do

A little girl wishes to set sail to the edge of the world
In search of a purpose, love and the supposed meaning of her life
Her mother wailed like she was weeping the dead
While her father beamed from ear to ear
Watching his child disappear with the sunset and praying to share a sunrise with her another day

When the heretic entered the shrine
To seek wisdom and on the arts of divining
The babalawo laughed and took off his chain
They is no more in these palm nuts or in the world than what you bear in your soul
Through that mystery will you receive the wisdom of all mysteries
Return again tomorrow my son

The town crier didn’t beat his gong this morning
He’s either dead or the king is
Either way best we stay at home today
I’m tired anyways.