Rescuer
Waiting for a Rescuer,
to come and Rescue me,
Waithing in the highest tower to come and set me free.
Riding on a white horse sword raised and all,
My Rescuer who comes to me when ever I call.
But he got caught up and had other things to do,
I guess my Rescuer has moved on to somthing new.
No one comes when I call no one hears me when I yell,
and now my cozy high tower is turning into a jail.
Someday I'll see my Rescuer and he will come to me,
He'll save me from the highest tower,
He'll come a Rescue me.
Copyright © Deanna Lackner | Year Posted 2005
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