Some find pleasure where they can, but what is the cost

I took myself down to the creek in her memory

Left my mark buried in her mind

Soft and gentle I told her the story

Filled with all of her lies



She heard only the words that she wanted

I was obliged to tell

For I am the knight in shining armor

Visiting from her secret hell



Each day she searches his eyes for the love she seeks

Finding only the love a man to which she can keep

He works each day to give her the things that she needs

Romance and honor are not what this relationship breeds



Children are results of the passion shared

She makes love to his body but leaves his soul bare

Picks at the fact that he is provider not that she cares

Waits for the stranger with the curly black hair



Silver and gold line the pockets of those who believe

She is the owner of daydreams her heart they deceive

For like the memories of fairy tales all are her personal jail

Dashing and brave she picks his schemes leaving devil dreams



Romance novels lay on the bench next to the chair

Passion and kisses of far off places men with curly black hair

Dreams of the common lover burst like the babbles into thin air

Trying to match her dreams leaves a boy old before time



She read only the words that she wanted never noticed

That he walked away into the sunset of another weary day

With armor tainted from the lies that were told

He is the reason she never grows old