In the dark rainy nights,
She sang lullabies to us,
In a very sweet voice.
The stories lived before us,
Brave knights and lovely ladies,
All fighting for love.
Both of us, listened wide-eyed
Lying on each of her arms,
As truth and love ruled.
Little did she know of its truth,
As we grew older, we realised,
With pain and disillusionment.
How our childish hearts soaked up,
These unreal tales of happiness,
And real love, truth and honour.
She said, love makes us whole,
She sang, never forget your truth.
She sang you are special.
Now aged and crooked, she sits,
She has lost her sweetness
And we, our innocence.
For him, love is sad and lost,
For me, love is cruel and lost,
For her, life is lonely and gone.
Yet the old hope in tales flicker,
When we meet a smile,
Of understanding in her eyes.