i thought about a knight
in shining armour going off to battle
and then he came back
armour ternished, sword chipped
his shield dented
there's blood, oil, dirt, and grime
all over him and his horse
but the thing i though of most
is that what he left behind
changed while he was gone
he came back to no love or respect
basically his triumph was in vein
our eyes meet
the same as our lips
soft, gentle, delicate, loving
i have the power to dream
only you can make them come true
its come to be that the white knight
is a shining speck in a sea of darkness
one star at night
