Princess Of Gold

A delicate, brittle princess walked into a city of dark coal,

She was eager to find few diamonds but was blackened by the coal,

She was astoundingly innocent and oblivious,

That the shining sand from far is an illusion of water,

All the smiles on the faces of the people were of plastic,

But she could not comprehend,

Oh, my sweet, fragile Princess,

The world is filled with people made of copper,

But they call themselves gold, so never shatter before them,

When the bridge of falsehood collapses,

Profound is the valley of pain,

You are in the city of coal,

Be cautious, oh Princess of gold.