Princess

I was my daddy's princess

Crowns of jewels I did wear,

He showered me with love,

And a world without care.

I met another

Who promised me love,

I expected crowns like daddy gave,

But instead got shoves,

And a crown of thorns.

Crowns of thorns do I wear,

Digging, cutting, into me.

Why oh why, couldn't I see.

Why is this happening to me?

If love is gentle and kind,

Why this pain that binds?

What did I do,

That brought this pain, this hurt?

I did nothing that I could see,

But to earn this crown,

I must have erred greviously.

For love is gentle, love is kind.

If I try harder, the pain will stop,

If I'm better, kinder, the hurt will leave,

No longer will my blood flow,

No longer will I grieve.

Thorns are digging deeper now,

I've tried, oh how I've tried,

To be the bride,

The much loved bride.

I guess I didn't try hard enough,

To please, to earn that love.

He pushed the thorns deeper still,

Now it's my life that's nill.

No longer do I bleed,

No longer do I breathe,

Now I know I did no wrong,

Hear me now, this was his wrong!

The crown of jewels I wear again,

But why did my life have to end?

Love is gentle and kind,

Keep this in mind.

This is my prayer for you,

Remember. . .

Love is gentle and kind,

Learn from me,

Hear my song.

I did no wrong,

Neither have you,

Remove that crown,

Wear no thorns!

Don't let my passing be in vain,

There's time for your freedom to gain.

Dreams of love, gentle and kind,

Can be realized, but take time.

Make a plan,

Don't delay,

You know when it's right,

Then get away.

Burn the thorns,

Get on with life,

Don't be like me,

The grieving wife.

  ©SMD

March 13th 2000