It's clear you've done no evil,
you've only done what's right.
But often times
you'll come to find
that its never quite enough.

You gave her half your world,
the other half to fight.
But every day
you'll hear her say
"I pray men like you should come my way."

You smile nonetheless
but it pains you to accept,
that you'll never be the man,
to give her the crown,
the crown she so desperately desires to wear.