The hero stands across from me, I dare not speak his name.
Chivalrous and Valiant, the source of all my shame.
I wonder how it came to this. What was my mistake?
That he should be the hero is a sick and twisted fate.
Stand up straight!
There's no where left for you to hide
Watch her eyes not her chest
A rubber band
A ball of lint
A piece of gum that smells of mint
A boy strolled through a garden
A quiet tune he played
The small reed pipes whined softly
Attracting a young maid
When I was much younger
I had a common fear
This fear of darkness worsened
With every coming year
Not bright but soft.
Not like a ruby it's ephemeral, not solid.
Small like a glowing eye.
You can't touch it, though trust me we have all tried.
Once many years ago
I traveled a road that many know
And yes there was a man who lied
He bluntly told me God had died
They say my heart is cold as ice
That my silver tongue is not so nice
And I'll admit that often times
My soul is black as charcoal mines
Goes the fountain
Tick tock goes the clock