Guenivere Rides Tonight
Guenivere sits before you, on an unbridled steed
Leading young jesters, down a trail to be deceived
She justifies her actions, with her own set of rules
That change when it's convenient, so she's not made a fool
Somewhere in the moonlight, Guenivere Rides Tonight
Ensuring she's not guilty, by telling herself she's right
When no one else is looking, tears flow from her eyes
As somewhere in the moonlight, Guenivere Rides Tonight.
Her prison's her perception, her ambiance misread
She speaks in contradictions, so nothing's really said.
Her spirit is persuasive, commanding weak wills
With faces pressed against the glass of her window sill.
Guenivere need not fear, she can ride back home tonight
Angels wait at her garden gate, as somewhere in the moonlight
Guenivere Rides Tonight.
The jesters all have rings, that they wear in their nose
So Guenivere can lead them, along wherever she goes
Self gratification, is the movie of the night
That she writes, directs and stars in 'till she gets it right
© 2003 Terry G. Reed