Looks like a lion, thinks like a rabbit
Looks are deceiving, or is it habit
To judge the outside before the within
Why did I, with open arms, let you in?
You have a tarnished and a foolish mind
An invisible shadow left behind
Are my eyes so old and so paper thin
Why did I, with open arms, let you in?
Why didn't I, with the back door, let you out?
Can I not see what you are all about?
Somehow, you fool, seeped through my tender skin
And I, with welcoming arms, let you in
At the break of dawn a knight found poor me
His lips promised me that I've been set free
