I am a princess,
So happy am I to be,
No longer a servant,
And glad that I am free,
Happily ever after is wonderful,
No more tears and hunger for me,
My life is all ballgowns and party's,
And now I'm so carefree,
My Prince says he adores me,
He spoils me with riches and gold,
But there is always a new girl beside him,
He doesn't try to hide them,
I didn't think he'd be this bold,
My new home is a Palace,
And I don't have to lift a finger,
I shouldn't be bored,
But I can't help these thoughts that linger,
I am a princess,
Not so happy to be,
Now that I am not a servant,
Am I sure that I am free?
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Thelala (
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Thanks for sharing THELALA : Very salutary but it happens. We feel enslaved by our circumstances : Job etc : and then they change and we feel like a Princess : new Job - new Home - new Partner etc BUT are we really FREE : will we ever be really FREE ? Food for thought !
Blessings & Peace & Joy
Yours ANGELA 🧡🧡🧡🧡
Hi I am glad you liked it
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