Fantasy
Fantasy
Little girl, little girl
Come hither
Gullible little girl
Let me tell you of a story
Of Flowers and Bees
Where Fairies and Angels
Dance with Kings and Queens
A world of love and joy
In an endless spring
Will you listen to this story?
Which I once believed
And filled my beautiful nights
In this world of cynical truths
May you find comfort
In my self-inflicted fantasy
And may you find what I’ve not found
In this world of pretence and mendacity