One day, Di’s Prince came and for better or worse
July twenty-ninth of 'eighty-one, they’d wed
From that day forward she joined the Royal curse
A fairy tale story, paparazzi fed
Where we’d witnessed their historical marriage
At twenty, Di’s life starts, not thinking of death
She was whisked away, in a horse-drawn carriage
Cuddled next to her new husband, Prince Charles
Off to consummate their Royal heritage
A shy girl, a grown woman, primped to sparkle
For sixteen years she was photographed and stalked
Press churns out article after article
Privacy with family, rare where they walk
Fairy tale story ends, as time went by
Camilla, the mistress; the scorned princess, balks
People’s Princess gave the rallying cry
‘Free me, so I save myself, before I die.’
Raising two Princes under the watchful eye
Media continues invading their time
During this period she kept asking: ‘Why? Why? Why?’
Future King of England, has Spencer bloodline
Single mom raising the next powerful man
This was the period where Di begins to shine
With careful planning, she creates a secret plan
To remain in our hearts – her cause becomes AIDS
Where everyone else has turned in shock and ran
Adding to the her list, wartime grenades
Princess Di shows her loving public she cares
Prince Charles, angry, calls in an ace of spades
Our Princess, involved in a foreign affair
But she had become a candle in the wind
No love throughout the world would let us prepare
Like an animal, she was out to be skinned
According to the media she had sinned
On the night of her marriage announcement
In a chauffeured car she had tried to escape
An enclosed tunnel, the fateful accident
No one wore the traditional mourning crepe
Bouquet by bouquet, placed by the palace
And media printed the recorded tapes
The public screamed of how they were so callous
While Di’s body laid in the morgue in France
Media continued to show their malice
The world waited patiently in mourning trance
‘Give our Princess the funeral she deserves!’
Queen and Charles did not take a private chance
On that fateful summer day, the world observes
Her chosen hymn: I vow to thee, my country
Another horse drawn carriage, Di is perserved
Our Lady Spencer who would one day be
Queen, died stripped of title Her Royal Highness
A people’s princess, a people’s queen to me
Candle in the wind, a people’s queen no less
She remains within us, a people’s princess
Bronze trophy winner
Adding your comment:
I liked this one a lot, it was especially moving towards the end 
and much love~Desire
