Are you going to stand?
Like the man you say you are?
Or are you gonna run
Like an athlete from Jamaica?

Sweet like sugar she was to you
Easy like pie,
She thought you a dream come true
But You lied when you said
Your love will never die

She gave her trust then her love
She thought you'd just come down from above..
Specially created for her
Like an answer to a long lost prayer.

Didn't know was a game you played
Like a worn out guitar
You drew from her till she knew
It was all take and no give with you

Within her arms
A babe now lies,
The product of a love
No longer true
An almost exact replica of you.

And now... imprisoned,
Behind a self made cell
Afraid to love, to trust again
Maybe.. just maybe
A hero might come....
But for now...
Who can tell?