Creating castles in the air
homes we could never hope to share.
Places we will never go,
opportunities we will never know... Chasing dreams, we hide behind
ends of rainbows we never find.
Painting pictures we will never sell
of people, we once knew so well. Unicorns, dragons and peace of mind,
distant thoughts of a world left behind.
"My handsome Prince, my guiding star
will they ever know just who we are?" Tracing shapes in broken glass
like shattered hopes that never last.
The end of a story that has never begun.
The beginning of a memory that can walk, but not run. Shadows of doorways, of family and friends,
a reoccurring nightmare that will never end.
A maze of confusion, an entrance to today;
an exit to nowhere, where we used to play. Haunting songs we used to sing
when I was Queen and you my King.
What powers control those who sense our fear
of a world that knows nothing about our tears? | 
