Fairy tales never did seem true in my eyes
the stories of the princes
riding on white horse
to save a princess, or damsel
in distress, where simply absurd
I at last gave up on kissing frogs
who, instead of becoming handsome princes
became mean gruesome beasts
who only craved me
for what their male instincts desired
The heartbreak they caused drove me to
lock my heart in a dark tower
with no entrance and no exit
so nobody could ever hurt me again
and I would live safely
Now a prince desires my poor heart
but the tower will not let it go.
I cannot break these strong walls
they do not want to finally break
so I can love once again
The only way I can be free
of this safe loneliness is if
my prince will break the towers walls
of heartache with kind and loving
acts to make me ready to love
I hope my prince cares enough to
break these horrible walls so I
can finally take the risk of
loving again and take my place
on that white horse in the sunset