He sits in a corner wanting to write
cold and dusty with little light...
As I'm here all i ask
is that no matter what i do...
Im just a girl, i have my flaws, my imperfections...
You spend the day doubting yourself.
And you always try to be someone else...
I AM--two small words, and yet,
its a powerful place in which to be...
First of all let me explain,
That I don't play by your rules...
Words written upon paper
unknown talent never found...
Doing the wrong thing for the right reason
Seems to be paradoxical treason...
A poem,
The passage way...
Now let me tell you something
That every good woman deserves...
I'll be your hero dependable and true
i'll be your hero never gonna be blue...
The moment you find
yourself in the dark...