Mac McLaw

The Little Prince


The little prince

Coming down to earth

Somewhere in the dark

No whisper, no spark

Recognizes nothing worth.


He cannot wait the world

Waking up to see him

Shaking his little head

Throwing his view onto the sea


Listen to his face laughing

Look to his heart,

It´s not dead.

Yes, you can believe me

He´s someone special.


A heart full of poems,

A soul full of yearnings,

But nothing of his dreams

Is to become real.


Only lighten gems

Followed by worthless things,

There is only one person to love

It seems.


(© Mac McLaw – from: »Scottish Heart – German Soul«)