All little girls dream of the daythe day they'll be swept off their feet,
By brave knights on white horses
in bright and shining armour.
Every grown woman wants rescuing
from a tower she built herself,
bricks and mortar - regrets and lies
broken promises, shattered dreams.
from a tower she built herself,
bricks and mortar - regrets and lies
broken promises, shattered dreams.
Wounded by boys who turned out to be
toy soldiers, marching in time,
serenaded by their fantasies of heroes,
only to find they were nothing more
than hollow tin.
toy soldiers, marching in time,
serenaded by their fantasies of heroes,
only to find they were nothing more
than hollow tin.
She looks from the uppermost window,
presses her face against the glass-
She is longing for her knight
to scale the walls of hate she's built.
presses her face against the glass-
She is longing for her knight
to scale the walls of hate she's built.
He tries to climb to her aid,
she reaches out her hand,
but her knight is merely a boy
playing dress up games.
she reaches out her hand,
but her knight is merely a boy
playing dress up games.
© Alice Daley 2014
