A star-spangled cowgirl

The true Western icon

With ruddy hair and a tanned complexion

But nothing to the prince

A man of culture,

Sheltered culture

Paths a-crossing

‘Twas dawn of the third morn

That the prince were in the West

Of a tumbleweed daylight

And sweet sappy freedom,

A contrast to the austerity of royalty

But when spoken upon

One and the other

Were realized such a similarity

Life, it seemed

Were but a paradoxical privilege

Though just out of reach

Freedom tasted sweet

But achievement was tauntingly rare

Under the Eastern Sun

But for both,

As found,

A precious relief

An addictive goal

That could never be reached

Power and independence

One and the same

The prince and a cowgirl,

Inhibited