The lonsemone kid cries in the night,
He hopes to become as strong as a knight.
With his shining armour and gleaming sword,
Then before the battle, he thinks of her.
He gets a smile on his face,
Then dodges the mace.
And when he wins,
He looks at all the grins.
But when he goes home,
He tends to his wounds.
Then he cries in the middle of the night,
All over again
