WHEN I BREAK DOWN

I am a girl, with a sword and a gown.
Bow me down and I'll resurface with my crown.
But I sheepishly search for a knight around,
Because there are times when I break down.

I pitter patter like the raindrops.
I glint and shine like the gleaming dawn.
But sometimes I am dark like a candle outblown,
Because there are times when I break down.

I can make you laugh, I can steal your frown.
I can hold you up when you fall down.
But I also need a hand to save me from ground,
Because there are times when I break down.

I can win all battles, from Moon to Mars.
I can fight my sword in the worst of wars.
But I also need a shoulder to lean down upon,
Because there are times when I break down.

I can make money, I can buy all gold.
I can earn all the luxuries that exist in town.
But I also need a consort, to be my clown,
To cheer me up when I break down.

I can climb up the mountains, I can sail the stormy seas.
I can knock off the bugbears which tremble your knees.
But I also need your arms, your chest to cry on.
When I feel low, when I break down.