Her psyche is a citadel
Where every room has a tale to tell
The dragon will protect from strife
As it slams the door on life.
These old dilapidated walls
Crammed with the bleeding hearts of all
Who dared to bring her home again
And remembered at last, who, when...
Now she's a little boy in Spain
Playing pianos filled with flames
Imagination has its say
Only her dragon knows her name.
And now we must accept the fact
She will never be like us
Let her wander alone
Forgetting why brings consequence.
She's skewered on the dragon's tail
Surveying this great citadel
Guarding against trespassing men
Who dare to bring her home again.
Down desolate roads far away
She laughed and sang and cried for days
Things grow old and how they change
But somehow always stay the same.