The little prince
Coming down to earth
Somewhere in the dark
No whisper, no spark
Recognizes nothing worth.
He cannot wait the world
Waking up to see him
Shaking his little head
Throwing his view onto the sea
Listen to his face laughing
Look to his heart,
It´s not dead.
Yes, you can believe me
He´s someone special.
A heart full of poems,
A soul full of yearnings,
But nothing of his dreams
Is to become real.
Only lighten gems
Followed by worthless things,
There is only one person to love
It seems.
(© Mac McLaw –