Alone on a bench, she sits in red jacket and white blouse
This Princess of the people, loved by so many.
What was she thinking, of her sons, her future,other people?
Alone on a bench, this mother of two, faces the paparazzi alone.
Devoted to her children, charity and living a good life
Was she thinking, what happened to the fairytale?
Alone on a bench, this sister, this daughter.
Abandoned when young, a survivor,
Was she thinking, how alone, I am again?
Alone on a bench, did she see the love of a king
Whobuilt the Taj to celebrate the life of his wife.
Was she thinking, was I ever loved by him?
Alone on a bench, this famous woman
Sitting so beautiful, always so shy.
Was she thinking stiff upper lip, let's get on with it?
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