One boy stands in the grand kingdom hall with ball in hand,
But no one with whom to play as yet another day slips away,
And it might as well be made of sand, this castle unmanned;
But in the distance he could hear the brilliance of happiness
Across the land as citizens played in cascade of joy unafraid,
And so he looked around, thought and tried to make sense…
This one lonely boy, this all-alone prince
He struggles to recall when he had last heard another footfall
Even very sedately in this stately mansion with no companion
Upon whose breast to lay his weary head, no chest with heart,
But only stone statues to mock with bone crushing vacant eyes
And lies of life never to come into his cold, stone castle home,
Yet he could almost see on the breeze sweet-smelling incense,
This one lonely boy, this all-alone prince
He ventures into formal dinning hall lined with tall windows,
Solid oak table set with fine china, crystal for wine so divine,
But no feast as yet blesses the board for this very young lord,
Whose peaceful people eat well from their own storage cells,
And of their dinner he caught whiff as he grew ever thinner,
And gold he’d have sold for a friend but he had not a pence…
This one lonely boy, this all-alone prince
One lonely boy lies down to die beneath silver silken sheets,
To listen to the slowing beats of heart, to play a better part
In realms much higher where the fire of life is ever burning,
No spirit churning for love, caught in despair, peace sought
But never brought into the soul seeking soothing serenity,
To this grandest destiny his greatest journey to commence,
This one lonely boy, this all-alone prince
noblethemes 
His swan song will be elegant and the villagers will realize, too late, what royalty they truly had, in their midst.
Yes, indeed! Thank you so much. Blessings to you!