With bare feet I walk the cold hard floors,
My fingertips tracing the dark stone walls I've built around my heart.
For so many valid reasons I built this fortress for protection
And yet I find myself enslaved as if in a prison.

Oh to feel the warmth of the sun in here,
To find the way, the spiral stair case that winds up and out into the light.
It's been so long now that I don't know if I can find my way back.

These walls are haunted with echoes in time,
Dreams abandoned and hope lost.
The ghosts in here are losing their power over me
But they're still here.
Forever I'm reminded of what once was and what could never be.
How I have prayed for someone to find me here.

In every tragic love story, the white knight over comes
The most insurmountable odds to find his captive princess;
No walls too high, or fortress too great.
It will take power beyond imagination to reach me now.
Silly faery tales all.

I just keep walking in the damp dark recesses of my soul,
Where the the light of love has never truly shined,
Where I have kept my true source hidden,
Where I once felt solace and safety.

I have tried with all the power I could muster
To make these walls impenetrable
And now it is with that very same power
That I so desire to break free.

I resolve myself to lay down in the dark,
Too proud to shed a single tear,
Still full of hope even though it seems futile.

I say "silly faery tales" but truth be told,
There is a part of me that dreams of just that...
I dream that just outside, searching in the mists is my very own white knight
Searching for something,
Working to find the way in,
All the while hoping he'll find me and set me free.

Just once, let it not be a dream.

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