On a hill with a paper crown, A little prince watched the town. He kept a key on twine, For a door he swore was mine. He fed the moon a crust of bread, Then tucked his dreams beside his bed. A fox came close at dawn, And taught him how to carry on. He said, "The treasure isn't gold, It's the brave place in your hold." So he stood where fear had been, And let the morning in. Little prince, little flame, You walked through thunder and kept your name. Little prince, heart of spring, You found your voice, you learned to sing. Every step, every scar, Led you straight to who you are. Little prince, little flame, The world got brighter when you came. He crossed a field of broken jars, And counted wishes like small stars. A baker lost in grief Shared him one sweet leaf. He gave a thief back his last coin, Said, "Take the road, but don't destroy." The thief looked down, then cried, And chose the honest side. He said, "The road is rough and long, But your hands were built for strong." So he faced the dark with grace, And lit it with his face. Little prince, little flame, You walked through thunder and kept your name. Little prince, heart of spring, You found your voice, you learned to sing. Every step, every scar, Led you straight to who you are. Little prince, little flame, The world got brighter when you came. When the winter clenched the gate, He did not bow to hate. He wrote his hope in dust, Turned old fear into trust. And when the night grew thin, He heard the fox again: "Love is how you stay, When the road won't bend your way." Little prince, little flame, You walked through thunder and kept your name. Little prince, heart of spring, You found your voice, you learned to sing. Every step, every scar, Led you straight to who you are. Little prince, little flame, The world got brighter when you came.
