Knight In Shining Armour
When I was young, not long ago
But a peasant farmer
I dreamed and prayed a foolish hope:
Knights in shining armour
But time has passed and not been kind
My hopes have died I fear,
For though I’ve tried, I cannot find
Knights in shining armour
Yet age can’t make my heart grow cold
Meet my own Prince Arthur
From tales of old, my brave and bold
Knight in shining armour.
Copyright © Ioana Thornburn-Winsor | Year Posted 2012
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