Washed up in a foreign land,
Inside, a heart that screamed,
From living in a callous shell, that never danced or dreamed,
The sunlight on a young girls face, so different from my own,
I see she isn't made of glass,
And I'm not made of stone.
There was a girl who came to me,
Determined without shame,
So loyal in intentions, misguided in her game,
Yes I made her see her wrongs, and she could not pretend,
That she was not an enemy,
And I was not a friend.
There was a woman I once met,
Only then she was a girl
She brought to life before my eyes the cruelty of this world,
And though her tears so freely flowed, time will be the test,
Yes I'll remember some of it,
And she'll forget the rest.
The woman that I chanced upon,
Inscrutable as stone,
I tried to look inside her heart, but only saw my own,
And though she caused me so much pain, I know I can recall,
I saw her fortress crumble,
I made the curtain fall.
When I was lost, there was a woman,
Strong, to my surprise,
As steadfast steel, yet not so cold; as warm as summer skies,
With lion-heart she stood before me in the firing line,
Back then I thought I saved her life,
In truth, she had saved mine.