A magical place in the forests of old
Where thoughts have wings and,
Souls light up the paths,
Rain floats in midair and laughter runs around playing with childish stories
Why you ask where such a place exists?
Well dear in your dreams
What dreams? My dreams died with Hoffa long ago
Now I'm slaving over a lawn mower and feeding 5 kids with a shovel and a ***
I can't tell stories, unless it's about work
Daddy can you tell me a bedtime story?
Yeah... If it's about grass cutting and dung thrown into dirt
Sweet dreams, well that's only make believe. Want a sweet dream look in a fairytale, because they're only for when you sleep, when you wake its back to reality
So no more dreams just hard work with reality. Well everyone has a dream even you it's something no one can escape. So what dreams you say...
Well sleep and see there's dreams