The Princess Or The Swan
Blue
Blue or green
Am I upon the sky or the sea
Waking in another world
In a body not familiar to me
She never quite learned to swim
That girl I was
The swan I am
Drifting away from land
Will it be days or years
For a prince to take my hand
But though I face a shorter life
And opportunities lesser still
I cannot completely reconcile
This peacefulness I feel
Have you ever sat upon a lake
For hours at a time
Watching the sunrise take the water
And the tides recede and rise
There is a life to be made
From feathers mud and fish
And I'm not completely certain
If that witch intended this
Perhaps she heard
That night I cried myself to sleep
I told my parents I would die
When the farmers son came for me
But if I was a swan
No
A bird would not be a prize
And I'd rather be a bird any day
Than a prize in someone's eyes
I can say for seasons passed so far
I have watched many come and go
And never once have I felt the urge
To let a prince approach
And the gift I was given
When the life I knew was gone
Was the power to choose
To be the princess or the swan
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