All things she feels are black or white
And it will remain that way
But here’s the knight on his mighty steed
To show some shades of grey
He seems so hard with weapons raised
To ward of those too near
But beneath that shell of hardened steel
Are sheltering his fears
He knows which way the conflicts won
So guides us through with care
The black-and-white diluted
Choices dangling in the air
Charge right in, a battle cry
With force to conquer all
Mighty walls and barriers large
Seem insignificant and small
What colour grey, is shrouding us
It’s a mystery to me
The galant knight with pencil drawn
Can make these solids flee
Gentle shades of patience
Smeared the truth upon her soul
And where the pain fragments her
New visions make a whole
The prize of understanding
He offers her with glee
But through the clouds of anguish
It’s still difficult to see
Fair maiden in the royal box
They may never know her fate
But with this hero by aside
The future won’t have to wait
