Princess Syndrome

Sparkling, was her eyes with confidence Flowing, was her silky golden hair Glamorous, was her fashion sense A princess, was what she put herself to be Her steps a melody Her shadow a bodyguard The birds sing her praises To the princess, with generous smiles The princess keeps her heart high, Her poise dependable, Her spirit commendable, And her grace, adorable. A princess syndrome She keeps her smile bright A princess syndrome She keeps her voice soft A princess syndrome She keeps her steps graceful A princess syndrome Silently, she kept her heart sealed For a certain prince In her princess world