Fairytales Are True I ran swift through Lothlórien And heard the sound of battle's din When Roland, mighty paladin, His foes unnumbered slew Then crept among the tangled fern To watch the king wield Caliburn And laughed to see the lion return, A white queen to undo. I fought for truth, and stood among The knights of old when songs were sung. All this I did when I was young, And fairytales were true. But children grow, and so I learned That deeds of valor must be spurned And childish stories overturned, When childhood's days are through The truth it seems has been revealed; That there are wounds which can't be healed, And happy endings have to yield To sober points of view Heroic fancies are unsound. My life must rest on other ground, No more to know the hope I'd found When fairytales were true. For life's a bitch and then you die, And love and beauty only lie Within my own subjective eye, Invalid and untrue And God is just someone to blame For all the evil that we name, Since no one would presume to claim It matters what we do. Our lives are just a game we play And all we do must pass away. For only fools would dare to say That fairytales are true. Until, amidst the darkest night I saw there truly is a light. And all my wrongs could be put right If to His love I flew. For once upon a time the birth Of one small child brought down to Earth The truth of what my life is worth, And my heart was made new. He died, yet that was not the end. He lives once more, a world to mend And on His love I can depend. For fairytales are true. © 1997, Joe Jefferson. All rights reserved.