The princess sleeps

There once was a child of heartache, her name was Diana.

She walked alone for most of her short time here,

with only her children by her side.

One was sunny haired, like she, the other with hair of flame.

These children were the light in her life, her heart.

This heart, so great it grew to embrace every child,

in every corner, everywhere in the world.

Children who were ill, children who like her had pain

and children who were happy and well.

Anyone who met this Princess,
knew they were meeting pure heart,

as this lady once said,

“I wear my heart on my sleeve”.

Late in the summer several years ago,

the Lady was in a tunnel that stole the lights

from Paris the City of Lights.

And since that day, and for all time the lady Diana ,

our soul Princess Sleeps.