Her eyes hold all the autumn rain
A quiet kind of beauty, soft with pain
She carries stories no one knows
The weight of things that come and go
She never asks for more than light
A gentle soul in endless night
But even stars that seem to fade
Are only waiting to be saved
She gave her heart to hollow hands
Walked alone through empty lands
But every scar became a door
To something she’d been waiting for
She doesn’t know it yet, but soon
The sky will open, the moon
Will bow to her, the stars will sing
And she will be the spring
Tender princess, you are the dawn
The light that stays when hope is gone
Your love is coming, pure and bright
To hold you through the deepest night
The sadness in your eyes will turn to gold
A story waiting to be told
Tender princess
© Copyright: Валентин Владимиров, 2026
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