Ballad Of The Maiden 1

Fair Maiden A maiden of the people Lady of the light in the darkness She gives her compassion To the townsfolk she cares for dearly They repay with gratitude to her For kindness is rare among them Yet this maiden of the people Longs for more than the smile from her town She wants something that is rare Something that must be true and pure A white flower among the weeds This is a task, one she must do alone She knows her looks are not like a princess Or that she is not as strong minded as the professor’s wife For she hopes that her tender heart will win Against all these odds It is a rigid task For of all the people she has known None are yet worthy of her heart