A Letter for the Princes or the Pauper –By William Robert Stoy, IV
My child, my child
A Father should never have to bare a broken heart for his beloved daughter
When will you refuse to be the “other” girl?
I watch with unrelenting eyes of sorrow
Searching for the hope I hold for you
I watched you let it go
It almost broke my spirit too.
Now as I look into your longing
I see a fire fading from your eye
A desire lost in doubt, to darkness
Like a lamp with the light all out
I will never lose you
Though I have to let you go.
Know that I will always love you, even when he won’t.
When will you know your worth, when will you wait to receive what you deserve?
Too young to be a bride, your prince will come in time
You are a Daughter of the Kingdom
Baring the blood of royalty, what will you choose to be
A Princess or a pauper?
Signed,
The Unrelenting Lover
My child, my child
A Father should never have to bare a broken heart for his beloved daughter
When will you refuse to be the “other” girl?
I watch with unrelenting eyes of sorrow
Searching for the hope I hold for you
I watched you let it go
It almost broke my spirit too.
Now as I look into your longing
I see a fire fading from your eye
A desire lost in doubt, to darkness
Like a lamp with the light all out
I will never lose you
Though I have to let you go.
Know that I will always love you, even when he won’t.
When will you know your worth, when will you wait to receive what you deserve?
Too young to be a bride, your prince will come in time
You are a Daughter of the Kingdom
Baring the blood of royalty, what will you choose to be
A Princess or a pauper?
Signed,
The Unrelenting Lover
