There is a plush mansion <br />On Military Street <br />Where the princess dwells <br />With her father the general, <br />A capable man <br />With hands stained <br />With the blood of impressive achievements. <br /> <br />The princess is magnificent in white <br />With her blond hair pulled tight <br />Revealing an angelic pale face <br />More illuminating than moonlight; <br />Flowers follow her like obedient disciples <br />And stars swoon for her at night. <br /> <br />I’m the simple pauper <br />Existing on the cold streets <br />Of bruised egos, <br />I’m the singing fool <br />In love with the art of the soul. <br />My only divine purpose <br />Is to believe in the mystical powers <br />Of the general’s daughter <br />And convince her of my integrity.<br /><br />Uriah Hamilton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-general-s-daughter/
