I live in
A world of shattered dreams,
And bumble bees.
My fancy is dandy, and but in a'lack,
I have the dreams of going back.
Flowers o' pink, azure, black and white too,
Dying in colors, all mixed through.
A childhood fantasy of knights and maids,
Outdoor adventures and a world of change.
Me, in a world void of heroes and gods,
And no one to fight, the uncountable odds.
A world in need of what no one can find,
A what, who no longer can be able to hide.
And in a small hope,
A change,
A purpose it seems...
I live in
A world of shattered dreams,
and bumble bees...