• Sing softly sweet prince, for innocence won’t return.
    Won’t you be my cadence?
    Will you be concerned?
    Your father, simply put, the King.
    I stole all his golden rings.
    He placed me in the guillotine.
    One last thought, I screamed to you:
    Sweet prince do I bid adieu?
    Before I saw a sky so blue.
    I thought I was surely gone.
    But I was trapped somewhere between midnight and dawn.
    Nothing more than a mere pawn.
    Dust to dust.
    A realm so unjust.
    I formed an involuntary trust.
    An ending so abruptly adjourned.
    I say never refuse a chance to learn.
    And sing softly sweet prince, for innocence won’t return.