Someday your prince will fall.
I've got all the time in the world.
I've been sleeping for a thousand years,
And I can rest a thousand more,
Wrapped in dreams like thorns to protect me from his looming shadow.
All the words you say that he refuses to hear,
All the secrets you confess that he takes for granted,
All the times you know he is not true love but take him anyway,
They rise like the tide.
And maybe I'm wrong.
Maybe you'll spend your life where you're "supposed to be",
Because it's eaaaasy,
Because, after all, having a prince wins you so very much
In this backward world.
But I'll be here, quiet as the stones,
Here in the dead of night and here in the harshness of day,
To love you exactly as you are,
In the dungeons of your soul where the cruelty lives,
And to the top of the highest soaring tower, gleaming in the sunrise.
Nobody will love you like I do. Nobody will sacrifice for you, like I do.
For,
You know it not, but-
It was I who kissed you awake,
And let somebody else wear the armor
So that I could, for a fleeting moment,
Feel you skin to skin.