Always I try keeping them from tomorrow
As all they give is grief and sorrow
but these monsters are all I know
So how could you expect me to let them go?
Though (and between just us two)
In my mind a, white, knight, of, light does grow
with all my demons he'll stand toe-to-toe
and through each blackened heart
shall be a golden arrow shot from
a modestly wooden bow, oh
how i wish this knight will show
because whether it be monster or hero
someone has to carry me into tomorrow
for alone, no, i am just too scared to go.