The White knight of Heaven,
Shared with me of things of old,
The stories of when he had fallen,
And the times where he felt cold.
White knight of Heaven look at you now.
He blames his past on what is today,
The times where he doubts he can fly,
So on the ground he will always stay,
But I know he can and here is why.
White Knight of Heaven look where you are.
He can still move and I know he feels,
Always there for everyone and me,
Far away over many distant hills,
And quite possibly over the vast sea.
White Knight of Heaven, hand on your heart.
You see that it still beats and loves,
Though your heart has been broken,
Yet your hands and feelings shoves,
Resisting the urge to be forgotten.
White Knight of Heaven, please understand.
I have written this only for you to see,
That this world may crush you down,
To make you less than you used to be,
But what I see on your head is a crown.
White Knight of Heaven, for your courage.
You have fought in many grueling wars,
And have earned a very lasting wound,
You have opened right and wrong doors,
But I want you to hear that one sound.
White Knight of Heaven, the sound of Victory.
White Knight of heaven, sound of Victory for thee.
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