My Black Knight comes to me in the night
He appears as a vision, clear and bold and strong
Then becomes cloudy and he doesn"t stay long
My Black Knight appears in the day
At awkward moments he flashes a smile, a motion
But then he fades away and doesn"t stay.
Is it really all smoke and mirrors?
Can I cheer? Or is he a figment of my imagination
Something I create to fulfill my empty situation.
My Black Knight is so strong,
so wonderful how can it be wrong? No matter what,
I"m going to make the adventure prolong.
One day I may have to say so long.
For now I will cling to my vision
With time, tenacity and precision.
