I still do, even though I know I can't sing,
Because I'm happier when I strum the strings.

I still do, even though I know I can't dance,
But only when I'm alone will I ever prance.

I still do, even though I know I can't draw,
And when I finish, I am filled with anything but awe.

I still do, even though I know I can't write,
There seems to be nothing I can ever do right.

I dreamed of a knight
in shining armor,
come to rescue me
from the witch
who haunts me
day and night.

but you came instead;
and with you came
the realization that
to be saved,
I have to be
my own knight.