I'm waiting for a hero,
for someone to care,
to note my despair
and to rescue me there.

I look high. I look low,
keeping hope to the side.
Just in case it comes true
and my hero arrives.

But when silence is deafening
and I'm left by myself;
The truth sinks in ...
there is no one to help.

I pause, take a deep breath,
and resolve to be brave.
But hope fades to lie saying,
"There is no one to save".

So when I need my knight, my hero, my one true love
There is really no since in looking above.
Because hero's and knights are only in books on a shelf,
Besides, I am strong enough now and can rescue myself.

--Stacey Hood--