The Poor Prince
I was both Prince and Pauper
Wore gold then begged for copper
My smile replaced with a frown
When they took away my crown
Disgraced me in every town....
Then, I was in a carriage
But now I'm feeding horses
The change was indeed savage
The scheme of grudging forces.
From living in a castleI am now in this prison
Defeated in the battle...God, I need your decision!
Spare me from all these hassles!
These four walls...Their hearts... are cold
Will I be here 'til I'm old?
Lord, what is your plan for me?
Are you hearing my heart's plea?
Is this how you'll prosper me?
Lead me out of this madness...
Can't find the way to gladness
This prison made of sadness
Mimics the night skies’ blackness
© 2018 Paul Balagtas