The Princess of Wales

I was drinking beer with a tear in my eye, The night I learned about Lady Di. I’m one of those Americans who despise royalty; But something about Diana struck a chord in me. Perhaps I even had a crush on her And still just saw her as Diana Spencer; Even though she lived in a fairy tale, Married to an ogre, the Prince of Wales. Her inside was matched by her outer beauty; Devoting hours of time to charity. She had an iconic presence on the world stage, Conspiracy death theories caused a media rage. But I always just saw her as a young girl, Caught up in a political swirl; A pawn played with little regard to her soul, Robbed of a chance to someday grow old. I was drinking beer with a tear in my eye, The night I learned about Lady Di. Not sure why it struck me so hard, While sitting alone in a Hoboken bar.