Once I felt useful
Talked the talk, walked the walk and taught all who'd listen
I was sure that the answer to all life's mysteries
Was buried inside of me, to be unearthed.... someday.
I was the proud knight who galloped to fame
Who rescued the damsels from the demons and flame
I lifted the weak and coddled the young
While I waited in patience for my song to be sung.
To be sung....
A fanfare played out on a little tin drum?
No hurrahs, no gleeful hugs
The damsels washed their hair and headed out to go get drunk
The young spat words of spite and hate, and the weak beat down the poor.
I see now with clearer eyes and know the job I did was useless
That nobody needed what I gave, for I'm the one who's hopeless
I sit and watch the world go by
As mothers slip up and babies cry
As damsels seek out demons, to put them to the pyre
and the people that I care for fall, where my hand was brushed aside.
A knight I was, I swore to be.
To protect those from the hell outside
Only to see where the demons rise
inside, for each and every one, inside
But to help, I shall still do what I can
A knight is no longer in this day and age.
But where people choose to fall, I pick them up again.
Where garbage of life is overflowing in sin
I shall push all I can, and clear the path home.
Thought the white knight is dead.
I still shall stand by
I shall pick up the pieces
as the Janitor of life.