To each her Don Quixote,
though she wait many years
To each a one who sees the flame
The heart of pride beneath the shame
And banishes her fears.
To each her Don Quixote to offer her a hand
A chance to walk within a dream
To be much more than she has seemed
Gain strength to make a stand.
For once you’ve stepped inside his world
you’ll never be the same
You’ll greet the sun with wings unfurled
your soul no longer maimed
There is no Don Quixote,
he’s turned to rust and dreams
And yet I’ll keep him in my heart
So glad that I can play my part
‘though he has gone to dust.
To each her Don Quixote, though he be only rust and dreams.