The light of innocence
Still shines upon her
Each new day

It isn’t that she’s lost,
But what she’s lost
That shapes her way

The path of broken promises,
She’s leaving that behind:
The dreams of her Sir Galahad
That once blazed in her mind

Are seen for they really were.
She now can comprehend
How much that once was promised her
Proved empty in the end

But still, the light of innocence,
It shines with
Each new day

For she’s not gotten lost,
It’s what she’s lost
That shapes her way