In the Fortress of Solitude

Lonely, lifeless, cold, blue

Absent of joy, missing you

I walk the halls assailed with guilt

Within this citadel I built.

Helplessly strong in weakness,

Uncomfortable in meekness,

Confused by the certainty

Of emotions contradictory,

Desires cherished deeply,

And conclusions elementary.

But fortunate my contrite heart

Drawn to she who plays the part,

Forgiving errors, lapses, blunders,

But through my absence wonders

Does her hero feel the same?

Yes darling, and that's my aim;

Show you that nothing has changed

And if our lives were rearranged

My touch would grow more tender

As my heart I would surrender.