The rain is falling.Outside my window pane.lays a lake.Fishes swim, acting like nothing is happening.While i am stuck inside.
I might as well fly.Fly to my bed.Fly to a dream.
There I am.In a castle, a tower and all.With a vine leading up the side and a forest in the back.
I am stuck to wait.To wait for my prince.I haven't touched ground in a year.
And I feel like I am disappearing.No one knows I am here.Every cry I scream only shows with an echo to the wood.
Maybe the rain isn't that bad.It doesn't effect the fish does it?So why should I sleep?
A princess life isn't for me.Maybe I should be like a fish.A fish that swims, and fish that never gives up.
I might as well fly.Fly to my bed.Fly to a dream.
There I am.In a castle, a tower and all.With a vine leading up the side and a forest in the back.
I am stuck to wait.To wait for my prince.I haven't touched ground in a year.
And I feel like I am disappearing.No one knows I am here.Every cry I scream only shows with an echo to the wood.
Maybe the rain isn't that bad.It doesn't effect the fish does it?So why should I sleep?
A princess life isn't for me.Maybe I should be like a fish.A fish that swims, and fish that never gives up.
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