The Banished Princess

Once music had a princess.

She sang louder each day

For her beloved moon to listen to her

And the stars intone her song.

Owner of her voice

And of an army of muses.

The dream was broken

And the envious serpents banished the princess born from music,

Making her wake up in a world

Of tall towers and black smoke.

The world without crystal bubbles

And the banished princess walked

Like just a mortal: lost, forgotten...

Lost in the void.

Once music had a voice.

A voice that out of the dream

Fell in the abyss

And, in the deep inmensity of space,

A hand raised her up.

Two souls walked with

A common purpose

And she was alone never more.

The world, without crystal bubbles...

The shadow of her greatness

Come to life.

Princess: my love?

Shadow: i will walk with you.

Princess: my voice?

Shadow: will return to you.

Princess: sadness?

Shadow: i´ll move it away from you.

Princess: my throne?

Shadow: you will get to it again.

Princess: muses?

Shadow: they will come to you.

Princess: the path?

Shadow and princess:

We will walk across it together.

The world, without crystal bubbles...

No one knew she was a princess;

Hated with cruelty,

Envied by serpents.

She was attacked

By those who didn´t accept

Her greatness.

Go on!

You are a princess!