Stories of Old

Oh no, can this be happening?
How could this happen?
We’ve been left for dead
I don’t know what to think about a lonely world
Without anyone to make sure that we don’t lose control

We are changing; our lives rearranging
Thoughts and words
Revising this scripted plotline without any guide
We need a design

Everyone needs a hero
From the stories of old
With dungeons and dragons and gold
A hero
To conquer and save us from our own demise

Oh god this isn’t happening
The room is spinning, the sky is falling
Could this be the end?
This is about a story of a lonely girl
Who wants to change the world,
But she knows who she needs to be

A hero
From the stories of old
Like Arthur and the sword and the stone
A hero
To conquer and save us from our own demise

I can be a hero
From stories of old
Fighting monsters and goblins and trolls
A hero
To conquer and save us from our own demise