I'll be around
hanging upside down
and maybe i'll frown
for I heard a sound
that made my head pound
and i'll fall to the ground
weak grip making me drown
or losing the hound
in this forsaken town
and I know I feel bound
from speaking to the crown
but don't worry I'll hang around
don't worry I'll hang around.

She has it all:

wit, intelligence
and beauty,
but denies them
as if to be special
is somehow
a shame.

She keeps her heart
deep within a castle:
moat, drawbridge,
walls, keep and towers
to keep hurt away.

If you want her you
must lay siege
to the fortress,
slowly break down
all obstacles,
replace them
with trust.

You must win
her by being
patient and worthy.

I am an old soldier
but my will
remains stronger
than most.

I have one
more campaign
left in me.

I will take
this citadel,
overcome
these obstacles
or break my heart
on its walls.

Defeat is not
an option where
such a prize
awaits.

"Once more into
the breach."

   ~mce