In my mind, I am that little boy,
who's mother just would not love him,
worthy as he be.
In my heart I am that total pure man,
who has climbed mountain so high,
just to be by her side,
yet she is nowhere in my sight or life.
In my soul, I am that knight in shining armor,
with glass slipper in hand, with not her foot
anywhere to be found for fit.
Oh, to find such dreams come true,
the dreams I found in her,
up in smoke, vapors away,
and yet still, I wonder where she went.
