As I was Asleep within the chalkoutlines...
I had a dream , it was the most beautiful dream
the greatest view, the beautiful girl beside me.
The only daughter of the peasantry master
The princess of the gentry that everyone's after.
"She's the loveliest tapestry on the wall
She's the sweetest pastry inside the pantry
The most beautiful entry in a pageantry
Her wide smile was pure, as a preist's ministry
I LOVE her, like a patriot to his country
The way she moves is morethan just a POETRY"
Ill be a sentry, a bastion of truth and love.
I'll swim through the seas of dying hope and gallantry
And I hope you'll notice a paltry prince like me.
Accuse me of Idolatry for praising her
But no one can tell me who should I choose, "Princess".
My sultry soul burns in the furnace of passion
But suddenly all became frozen and wintry
I woke up and everything was lost in the shuffle...
-Abraham Finney I. Santos
