I know a princess, she reigns high in her eminent future. Screaming truths and sorrows from a tall barred window. But the tower reaches higher from the ground than it does down from the sky so only bit's and pieces can be heard. And by the time it reaches another soul, the only thought which is communicated is that there is beauty somewhere.
But that's the way she wants it, she even suggested the double-glass bay-window on the back. And we all wonder why she doesn't just slide down the pole and give us a hug.