Young I was when I knew nothing of this strange world

But wanted to touch the Prince ; seeing whom everybody twirled.

It was a wish , a dream

A desire to gleam,

It's all that I prayed

Unaware of how the world played.

When all that bothered me was growing tall

And setting on a journey of trawl.

“Look I grew up”, my emotions flowed like Struma

And my heart yearned for The Prince of Yuma.

I set on my path I ran , I smiled

But suddenly I saw that the world was blind.

No one knew love , no one knew joy

Everything was dark and everywhere ploy.

Going further made me lose my scent

And the face of the Prince was now a memory very faint.

As I lay still on the hard grey field

I saw the hands of My Prince  afield.