THE KNIGHT OF THE OLD WAYS
THERE ONCE WAS A KNIGHT OF THE OLD WAYS
TALL WITH HAIR THE COLOR OF THE EARTH
FAIR OF HEART AS IN DEED
GENTLENESS WAS HIS WAY
HIS EYES LIKE THAT OF A SPRING MORN
HIS HEART WAS PURE
HIS HANDS GENTLE
HE KNEW THE CODE OF HIS KIND
HE WAS ONE OF THE FEW WHO OBEYED THE LAWS OF OLD
HIS ARMS A HAVEN OF SAFETY
A PLACE I CAN HIDE FROM THE WORLD
FROM THE PAIN OF MY PAST
AND THE UNCERTAINTY OF THE FUTURE
A FRIEND I MUST STAY
FOR HIS CODE OF THE OLD WAYS
HIS HEART BELONGS TO ANOTHER
HIS KISSES NEVER TO BE MINE
TO BE SEEN AS A SISTER
NEVER A LOVER
I SMILE DESPITE THIS
KNOWING HIS PURE HEART SHALL STAY UNSTAINED BY MY THOUGHTS
SUCH THOUGHTS A MAID SHOULD NOT HAVE
I WATCH HIM FROM THE SHADOWS
PRAYING TO THE GODS FOR HIS SAFETY
JOY FILLS MY HEART SEEING HIM RETURN
LONGING TO RUN TO HIM
LONGING TO THROW MYSELF UPON HIM
KEEPING MY CONTROL
I WATCH HIS LOVE WELCOME HIM HOME
WISHING IT WAS MY ARMS HE WAS IN
AND I IN HIS
MAY THE GODS WATCH YOU MY KNIGHT
MAY YOU ALWAYS RETURN
MY SECRET LOVE
MY SECRET DREAM
KNIGHT OF THE OLD WAYS
NEVER STRAY
FOR YOU ARE WHAT DREAMS ARE MADE OF
